We're on our way...

Sunday we packed our bags and all piled on a few buses for a 3 hour journey to Sungburi Town, and then 10km in to our village. The Eco House is called brown house and there are about 46 of us sharing in 6Th birth rooms. The village is pretty small and we cant really go out and about unless we get a bus to the town. The house has a lovely garden and is surrounded by palm trees and flowers and lots of little wooden shacks and tin huts. I'm sharing with Carla, Katie, Kayleigh, Jo and Alex. All 18 i think and all from England (the posh end). There are about 6 or 7 boys also and they tend to stick together at the moment, as they are more than out numbered by the lass'. We get three meals a day of veggies and rice and we have a nice communal area for sports, sunbathing and chilling out. We also have a really cool little shack across the road run by the local Thai's for us 'Brits' who cant go a couple of days without topping up our already fucked up livers!

Monday

8am Breakfast (missed that)
9.30am Orientation meeting (unfortunately attended that)
11am Sungburi Town (milling about town picked up a Thai Sim Card and a Dragon fruit)
1pm Veggie lunch (rice, veg and fresh fruit mmmm..yummy)
3pm Thai language lesson (interesting for about 10 minutes then my brain started hurting....not from the learning but from the crazy elongated pronunciation of everything...lots of aaaaaaaa's at the end of most words. Very noisy language).

6.45pm BBQ in the Town (very cool, lovely food and a chance meeting with a guy called John from South Wales from the Rhonda Valley.

9pm Shack time (got shit faced on 5 buckets of Mai Tai then all back to my room for guitar and singing)


You wont believe it but..

My room..
has the least amount of mosquito's
the greatest volume of noise
the largest collection of drunks
often becomes everyone elses room
never surfaces till lunch time (if we can help it)
five brunettes and a blonde
no discipline or tolerance for timetables
the only wireless Internet (its a secret)
the only radio (that's not a secret)

I could go on...but i think you get the picture. I seem to have found myself sharing with a bunch of like minded nutters who insist that I say certain words for their entertainment and fascination with my welsh accent. All harmless and very sweet really but I'm starting to get a bit tiresome of saying “Massive” and “Wanker”. Apparently I sound like Rhys Ivan's....? Anyway its all cool even though a lot of the conversations are of topics I left behind along time ago. Such as....Grounding, detention, mummy, daddy, courses, homework, university and some random stuff like jazz instruments.