Thailand day 2

Thailand Day 2: Hunger Games and Powerwalk Delusion

Jetlag still running the household.
I personally have one brain cell and it is on vacation.

We start the day with a “powerwalk” and I swear to God that word is doing WAY too much here. Because my future hubby looks me dead in the eyes and says:
👉 “You should be happy I walked at all.”
Sir.
I AM GRATEFUL YOU ARE A DAMN HERO.
The walk was cozy.
Did it activate muscles?
❌ No.
Did it improve anything?
❌ No.
But we were upright. Big win.

Back to the hotel → shower → SPRINT to breakfast before my man fully transformed.
And listen carefully because this is important:
🦝 WHEN MY HUBBY IS HUNGRY, HE BECOMES A RACCOON.
Not metaphorically.
Not spiritually.
BIOLOGICALLY.

Same energy as that Furiously Happy raccoon (great book by the way. Really love it):
slightly unhinged
chaotic eyes
zero patience
would absolutely steal food from strangers

He doesn’t complain.
He doesn’t argue.
He just… vibrates with rage and silence.

Breakfast time.
EXCEPT IT’S NOT BREAKFAST.
IT IS DINNER WEARING A MORNING DISGUISE.
RED.
CURRY.
AT.
9. AM.

I’m sitting there like:
“Is this allowed?”

The raccoon is already eating like he’s been scavenging behind a dumpster since 2009.

Then: PHONE CALL OF DOOM 📞
Someone got FOOD POISONING.
NOT ME.
NOT THE RACCOON.

God clearly has FAVORITES.

So we go to the pool and do exactly nothing.
Just floating.
Staring.
Thinking about food poisoning.
Thinking about how fast a raccoon could swim if needed.

Boredom hits like a truck so we escape via Bolt to somewhere in Rayong.
Grab something to drink and WHY does everyone look like they just remembered taxes exist?
No smiles.
Barely a hello.
I felt like I personally ruined their day by breathing.

Back to hotel → powernap
Then out for dinner.

At this point my brain is chanting like a cult:
🦠 food poisoning
🦠 food poisoning
🦠 FOOD POISONING

So We walk.
And walk.
And WALK.
Until we find a restaurant that doesn’t scream “you will be fighting demons in the bathroom later.”

Plot twist:
THE FOOD WAS INCREDIBLE.
Raccoon fed.
World saved.
Peace restored.

We end the night playing cards at the hotel.
My hubby wins.
IMMEDIATELY.
Suspicious.
RACCOON BEHAVIOR.

I am convinced he hid cards in his cheeks.

If we survive this trip without food poisoning or a full raccoon escape; I deserve a medal and he deserves a trash can. 🦝😌

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