We slowly wake to life and Katja gets ready for a class of Krabi Krabong. It’s a traditional Thai martial art. We came across this back in 2008 when Matthew Theasdale was teaching it at the IKAEF summer camp.

I spend time by the pool while Katja’s there. Oh, it’s hard with these rest days.

My left calf feels like it’s been pumped up like a floating device. We talked about doing Muay Thai in the evening, but I don’t think so. We agree on a morning session tomorrow instead and rent a motorbike and go for some decent coffee.

None of our preferred coffee providers are here in Phuket, but we do find a Starbucks. At least that gives us a big mug of predictable taste.

We’re looking for a cold plate for a friend back home, and go through different shops at the mall. They have the plate there, use it for making ice cream, but don’t sell the plate itself. We’re still searching and hopefully we’ll get a hold of one.

We go to another mall and get some needed new underwear and wouldn’t you know it, a new dress for Katja. How many times has that happened now?

We start to get hungry and have our eyes set on an Indian restaurant we’ve passed a couple of times. When we get there one of the biggest Indian men in history greets us. “No good no pay”, is his motto. We order and are blown away by the taste. It’s so good. We have a favorite Indian place back home, but I do think this just bumped our precious favorite down to second place.

We get back home just before dark and refill the fridge with soda water. We’ve only been drinking water, soda water, and the occasional fruit juice since we started training here in Thailand. A reduction in Sprite and the like, avoiding bread pasta and rice are part of a test I’m running. Combining it with some real decent workouts might give me what I need to shed the last few kilos. We’ll see when the five weeks here are done.