They.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Until.
11am.
I've got some good friends - or they're terrified of sleep-deprived me.
Both? Both. Both is good.
We were deciding where to go for brunch when Amanda said she knew of a cute place on the nothern side of the island that specialized in brunch. It was a yoga retreat.
Roxi and I were both floored.
How long had she been holding out on this information?
We may never know.
We piled onto the bike and took off.
We got very lost.
The GPS took us many places.
Eventually, we found our way to Oasis.
It lived up to its name in every way. The food was sublime. The people were fantastic. There was all you can drink french press coffee. It was owned by a lovely lesbian couple and was run by a rainbow of Thai people. I felt ... very at home.
I'm amazed I'm not still there.
I got hollandaise sauce.This isn't a drill.
Along with my eggs benedict (with avocado) I got an espresso/banana/peanut butter smoothie topped with shaved almonds. If I ever get put on death row, I want this to be my final meal. (With Pedal Pusher's french fries)
My notes from this day (thank god for the bullet journal as this actually took place almost a month ago now), state that the place is 14x10^65 / 10.
I don't disagree with me from a month ago. She was right.
Amanda: I had the Buddha Bowl and it was amazing! There was a delicious peanut sauce that went over the colorful display you see to the right.
From Oasis, we walked down to the beach. There was a pokestop and a gym down the beach. Amanda and I needed to turn it blue. (Judge my all you want, I've loved this game since I got my first Pikachu from my Japanese penpal at age 8.) And the halloween event had just started - we ended up doing the spoopy charmander raid there as well.
We wandered the beach and found more shells and rocks to take with us (we're now decorating our apartment with them. It's very cute.). The beach was also crawling with life. Every time we moved, tiny crabs would run under our feet! Don't worry, these little guys were way faster than us - we never even got close to stepping on one!
We ended up walking past a place that advertised massages (ok, we walked past about 45 of them... but we found the CORRECT one according to "Middle Path Pyff").
For the next hour, I got to look out over the beach and into the sea as a woman beat the everloving crap out of my body. It was worth every penny. And by that, I mean it was worth the whole, including tip, 17$ USD.
This was my view during the massage.
Roxi's lovely massage man was the 4th joke husband of the trip.
Amanda: I got specifically got a back and neck massage...my back has never felt so throughly beaten and relaxed. Mine was done by the husband of the owner. He did not hold back and I appreciated it immensely. At one point, he even stood on my upper thighs and my back.
Amanda and I kept looking back and forth at each other.
My straight-dar was going wild.
We wandered out of the massage parlor and onto the beach where we were greeted by a pair of Swedish children. While their mothers drank mimosas up the beach, they had wandered down to practice their English.
It was about on par with the Nong Khai M1's skills. (Read: not good.) However, I don't speak any Swedish... so kuddos for even trying!
We drove back to our rooms, got changed, and headed back to Old Town.
We then got all the Xmas gifts we still needed! I won't mention everything or the surprises may be ruined. But we also got me the CORRECT romper.
It's a month later and I still wear it almost all the time.
We bought so much from the little store that the excitable woman running it told us all to pick out a little makeup bag for free!
Roxi was thrilled about this because she hadn't even bought anything! She was well rewarded for her patience.
We then wandered to a restaurant that had very photogenic swings at the end of a pier. We were one of two tables in a place that easily fit a couple hundred people during high season. We got drinks, stuffed squid with fried garlic, and took some great pictures!
After dinner, we were going up the mountain back to the left side of the island.
We were driving behind a truck. About 1/3 of the way up, it started smoking. At about 1/2 way up, it was barely moving. It was already dark and it was hard to see, but I could tell the truck was not going to make it up the hill. Normally there's an easy solution to this: drive on the other side of the hill. But no, there was oncoming traffic.
We were behind a truck that was slowly starting to roll back down a mountain. There was no shoulder. There was oncoming traffic.
Somehow, I managed to swerve to the right of the failing truck in front of us, duck in front of oncoming traffic, and get back into the correct lane. It was bumpy and brutal.
As I was frantically getting us back into the left lane, I shouted: "SCALE OF ONE TO ONE HUNDRED: HOW ARE WE?"
Roxi incorrectly answered: "I'm fine."
Amanda yelled from the back: "FIVE. FIVE."
Immediately, I whipped around. Was she falling off? Did she clip her leg on one of the vehicles I zipped through? What was wrong?
I made Roxi ask her again (it's hard to yell two people back on a moped).
All of a sudden, I heard a sharp crack of laughter and then another shout from Amanda: "SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU SAID SCALE OF ONE TO TEN!"
Crisis averted. We were all a bit shaken, but alive and well.
We were all in desperate need of a drink.
We drove to The Irish Embassy (it's a pub, I didn't change nationalities) for their Monday night trivia game.
We ended up scoring miserably low. It was all 1960-70s trivia... we desperately needed the other members of our Lanesboro trivia team because I only got the questions about pop culture and Pokemon correct...
As poorly as we did with trivia, we did amazing at drinking! We got mojitos, mai tais, a horrible Moscow mule, and then we discovered what they did correctly: daiquiris! We got a slew of them: mango, strawberry, lime...
In all honesty, we did very well at the knowledge part of the trivia game. We got a 36/40. But there was another 40 questions about music... the most recent songs featured were from Taylor Swift's first album. And there was nothing Broadway.
There ended up being a funny Spanish language question about conjugation and I ended up sending a quick Facebook message to my high school Spanish teacher thanking her for smashing -ar verb conjugation into my head and the two of us ended up having a very funny chat on and off for the next day.
By the time we made it back to our hotel, the other two were pleasantly buzzed and we were all full of good pub food. While our trivia exploits were unsuccessful, the rest of the night was an absolute blast!
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