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Yo,
So, I've been a bit bad at this so far. You will understand if I've been busy - and yes Ben. Busy. You are far lazier than me.

Anyway, where did I get too. We've arrived, been shown around the school (photos to come, by the way) and were all too tired to take much of it in. Laura was taken off to meet the little kiddies, while Sam and I were paraded around the school being introduced to people with frighteningly difficult to remember names. Like John and Bob. My hand still goes up and down automatically, after shaking so many hands. (Ho ho Phil, put that dirty imagination away).

After that, we were finally dismissed and returned to the Bangkok Garden Apartments (Or the BGs, which is easier to say). We all went for a quick brush up and agreed to meet downstairs to go out for dinner. We have all heard a great deal about this wonderful Restaurant known affectionately as "The Shack". Not an inspiring name, but hey. Basically, it's this place on the side of the road with a load of rickety metal tables and fold out chairs under a sheet of tarpaulin, with an "open plan" kitchen at one end. There are a surprising number of staff for such a... budget enterprise, and they're very helpful. So helpful in fact that I'm sure I didn't get anything like what I ordered, and I also found the way this damn woman kept refilling my drink from the bottle standing on the table next to me, as if my own arms were too weak from shaking hands I couldn't do it myself, distinctly irritating.

Regardless, we didn't actually make it that evening. Just a brief bit of explanation - the flats are arranged with around 6 giant towers which extend above a common 3rd floor. On this floor are all the pool, gym and restaurant facilities. There are also lifts to take you down to the street. We couldn't find them. After around 20 minutes of staggering around under what felt like the influence of horse tranquilizers, trying lift after lift which refused to take us any lower than floor 3, and a number which decided a quick trip to floor 13 was a good idea, we gave up and went to the restaurant inside.

Then, at around 7pm, it was time for bed.


Thanks for reading - I'll get to the rest of the week soon!

Oh, please leave comments, btw - click where it says "Comments".

Love,
Dom.

P.S. Any further complaints about my spelling will be ignored. Unless I'm in a bad mood, in which case I'll just slip one of the heavily armed guards a fiver and watch him shoot you and your family. Sweet dreams!