Day 4: Regina-cologist

Day four, and, to be honest, there isn’t too much to write home about, nevertheless, I shall endeavor to expand upon it. After another tricky nights sleep, I woke to find that my head was still full of snot, which, I felt set me up for another crappy day. So, after having both showered, and I, blew my nose for the fiftieth time, we set off to Khoa San via taxi, for an arranged price of two hundred and fifty baht.
When we arrived, it was around midday, we headed to our new hostel named NapPark, this was a twenty two bedroom, mixed dorm, where you couldn’t help but meet people. We weren’t allowed to go up to the room at that time, so, we dropped off our bags in the baggage hold room, and, went exploring outside. In Khoa San, there is so much to see. We decided to start, by looking around the market stalls, as Sarah wanted a small rucksack for day trips. They range in price from two hundred baht (about four pounds), to twelve hundred baht (around twenty four pounds), depending on which size you want. After looking at three different stalls, Sarah found a medium sized one, and, using her blonde hair, again, got them down to three hundred baht (six pounds).
Seeing as we were both a bit peckish, we decided to grab a meal, before heading back to the hostel. With our bellies full from rice and noodles, we checked into NapPark, then, put our bags away in the lockers provided. A bit later, when we were relaxing on our beds, we made our second friend of the trip, a guy named Ollie, he was about five feet, nine inches, a little bit stocky, brown hair and several scars, sustained from rugby injuries. He was very friendly, and, invited us out with him and a few others, for a night they already had organised. Shortly after our introductions, one of Ollie’s friends came in, who would be joining us that evening, his name was Luke. Luke was of slight build, with dark hair, a smiley face and around a similar height to Ollie.
After everyone was ready for the evening ahead, we all met in the lobby, where we proceeded to exit the hostel. It was outside that we were introduced to Bridgette, Sarah and Catherine, three Canadian girls, whom, Ollie invited along with us all, due to meeting them prior to our arrival. Off we all ventured, looking like something from the wizard of oz, skipping our way to the nearest restaurant, to have some pre drinking food. It was here, where three more people would join us, one of whom was Danny, a Dutch guy with mousey blonde hair, glasses and slim build, his leg was also in a cast, but, that’s another story . We were here for a good couple of hours, exchanging stories and the such, next, came the impossible task of paying for the bill. Sometimes it’s difficult to split the bill between three people, let alone, having to do it between ten. Luckily Ollie was an accountant, so, we used his numerical magical abilities to slay the issue.
Our next destination, a reggae style bar, known only to Danny and the others, it was down a dark alleyway but safe as could be, however, it was here at the reggae bar, that I was bullied by an eight year old girl, selling roses. She got my attention, by interrupting my conversation I was engrossed with the guys, by twanging an elastic band on the back of my arm. At first, I thought it was probably Sarah, as that is the exact sort of thing she’d do to get my attention. To my surprise, it wasn’t Sarah, instead, it was a cute, five foot nothing, eight year old Thai girl, who was extremely violent towards men that refused to buy roses from her. When I asked her what she was doing out so late (as by this time it was getting on for midnight), she simply yelled “SHUT UP!” at me, and, with the fiercest look in her eyes, demanded money for these roses, all the while, making a fist, or, picking up objects to threaten us with. In the end, I just ignored her, and, she left, but not before she played a game of rock, paper, scissors, with Ollie, he lost, and had to buy a rose. She then went to hang out with Sarah and the Canadians, where she was all smiles and laughter. Clearly this girl just hates men.
We all visited a couple more bars, then, called it a night, and, returned to the hostel, where we all just chilled out in the lobby. It was there, on their soft, padded mats (that they had specifically for that purpose), that, Sarah and I, drank water to prevent a killer hangover the next day, and where, the whole group united together, to ask Brigitte teasing questions about her home town, aptly named Regina. She took it well, informing us that when the Rolling Stones visited Regina, they said it’s the town that rhymes with fun. Not long after, we all went to our beds, to get a good nights sleep, thanks to the aid of good old alcohol!

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