Day 19 - All signs point to slow

19:20
I’ve had a bit of a nothing day, in the best possible way. My sleep is a touch sketchy. Well, wakey - at least. There’s a thunder and lightning show around 03:00 which I stay awake with for an hour. It’s not the spectacular forks or torrential rain of eastern Thailand, but the long, slow grumbles of thunder that shake across the sky are incredibly soothing sounds to which to listen.

I wake for good around 08:30, not feeling like I’ve had quite enough sleep. I mooch around in bed for an hour, but I’m hungry, so get up in search of some breakfast. Felix joins me for coffee, and I adopt a ginger kitten, who I call Roger. A combination of tiredness and food is suggesting to me that a nap might be in my future, so I dive in. Felix has some altogether more energetic plans today - hiking over to the other side of the island.

I have a great couple of hours, and decide on waking that a dip in the pool is in order. It’s wonderfully refreshing, and I have it to myself. Felix messages to say that he made it to Lazy Beach, and it’s all but deserted. Sounds pretty cool. I pop to the Eden Beach beach bar for a glass of wine, and a light lunch. of a Saruman curry. It shares its heritage with the Rendang and Massaman curries of neighbouring territories - lots of coconut, loads of different aromats, slowly braised beef that's wobbly and tender.

Again, Felix joins me for coffee. He’s run back across the island, because… I’m still getting over my sickness, otherwise - you know, I’d have run it with him. We decide on a code for sex tourists - they are to be called ‘Dudley.’ I mention this to Felix because there are couple of what I think are Dudleys in the bar area. They proceed to get into an argument with an Australian woman, about what, we know not.

I head back to my room, and manage YET another sleep. About 90 minutes this time. I can’t tell if I’m catching up on last night, or pre-loading for tonight, when Felix and I will *try* and watch the England Euros game. Either way, I wake feeling jaunty and refreshed.

22:45
Felix and I head out around 20:00, back to Sara - the bar we hung out in last night, ostensibly to check whether they’re showing the game later. I’m not hungry, and Felix is in ‘grazing’ mode. There are some big-screen TVs around the bar, currently showing the Formula 1 race. We ask the server dude what time they close - 23:00. We ask if showing the football - he says yes. This is very confusing. Ultimately, we figure that he means the restaurant/kitchen closes at 23:00, but that we should be fine to sit at the bar watching the game. I’m not convinced I’m gonna make it that late. I don’t feel feverish anymore = WIN. I still feel pretty banged up = NOT SO WINNING. Felix has some squid, and then some more squid - battered and fried to begin, braised with Kampot pepper to follow. He enjoys both. We chitchat in our our easygoing fashion - much of it is tangential, but in a very comfortable way. Some recent University graduated folks from Devon that he met earlier are at the bar to watch the game, as is Ronan from last night. Content that I can leave Felix to watch with his new mates, I make for home/bed. I get set up with my iPad and a VPN, and will see how far through the game I make it before I either:

a) fall asleep, or
b) get frustrated with how shit England, give up, and fall asleepBaca lagi