Vince 3000

Vince is a French guy that we met. Well, on the day that Gabi and Kirsten arrived at Pine Bungalows, our isolated spot in the middle of nowhere on a beautiful beach, they arrived with a strange French fellow called Vince.

He could not speak any English, and it sounded like a chance encounter that Gabi and Kirsten had and they invited him along, in broken English, and he agreed, much to their surprise.

We spent a few days with Vince, oh who laughed so much, even though he never knew what the hell we were talking about and we never knew what the hell he was talking about. He snorkled with us, and ate with us, and drank with us, and boated around islands with us, and never at any point did anyone ever really understand what he was ever on about, and visa versa.

We left Vince on the day we got to Railey Beach (Ton Sai) after a day of island hopping, and he went back on the longtail that we used to get there and I have a beautiful photo of Vince waving, isolated on the long boat as it dissapears into the distance.

We met the Vince 3000 a few days later. Well Shannon did but he became a team buddy and hung out with us until after New Years and he's still hanging with Gabi in Bangkok.

Vince 3000 is the upgrade version, and I suspect he's a robot. First off he can understand English, but looks really similar and laughs really similar to ol' Vince. For the ladies, he's built like something that was built in a place that's designed for building extremely well built bodies and if you were an extremely small person, say a sprite or somesuch, you could scale from his stomach to his head with no difficulty. The girls liked that very much, and I'm just thankful I never really had much desire to compete for Alpha Male spot.

He talked about sex all the time though, and it seems like he's had a lot of it and most of it in Thailand. I think his constructers set him to sex and forgot to shift the dial or something, but his stories are certainly amusing and sometimes I wondered if they were made up. "She was sooo hot," the Vince 3000 would output all the time.

Although he was driving a tuk-tuk thing with all of us in it and drove it into a bush. Gabi thinks his technology had difficultly adjusting to being around a Delta male. For example, quote Gabi: "He's not running. Should I run faster? Should I walk slower? Should I move at the same speed? Should I crash my scooter? Must I be like him? Beep, beep, beep."

But no, as sarcastic as I'm sounding, the Vince 3000 was a really good make of machine, and I'm happy he was part of the gang for a while. He's cool. His real name was Dvir something or other, which is difficult to pronounce, and for the longest time I just called him D. He was a goodie.

Anyway, that's the Vince 3000.

Ko Phangan is alright. It's a much nicer version of Ko Phi Phi, and the sunset today was almost indescribably pink. I still feel like I could be anywhere in the world, even Cape Town, and I think if you're the sort of person who likes Claremont or Camps Bay for the social scene you'll love these sort of islands.

La la la. Out of time.