battered, bruised and beaming

A summary of the last few days of my life: a rat the size of a large cat (think Garfield) became my roomate. He (she?) hangs out in the rafters, I sleep under my mosquito net and we make a great team. Until Garfield decided to eat my underwear. There's now a piece of masking tape down the middle of the room.

Monkeys ransacked the bungalow and decided to take all of my tampons (yes, you read that right), and spread them allllllll over the path in front of my place. I came home from climbing to find a note on my door from my neighbour Mark *(who until this point I had never met) which read "the monkeys got your 'stuff'. It's down at reception". Not embarrassing at all. Cheeky buggers.

I no longer have legs, I have mosquito bites and bruises. And cuts and scrapes. And Muscles. capital 'm' intended. Lynn Hill watch out, cause this kid's goin for a shot at the title. I. Love. Rock Climbing.

Tonsai has the best male-female ratio I have ever witnessed. 5:1. No further comment necessary.

Tonsai has the best athletes I have ever seen. We spend the evenings drinking beer and having chin up competitions and slack line contests. I suck at both, but I'm a champ in the beer drinking department, so my credibility with this crew is still fine.

Tonsai's water is disgusting. Railay is a ten minute walk away. The water there is superb. And the beach is about a km long, white sand and beautiful. Beats a treadmill or bikram studio any day of the week.

...did I ever mention I love my life?

And yes, I miss you all. But I manage to wipe my tears away long enough to have a teeny bit of fun each day. xox