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Katja and Arne's travel stories

11.04.15 Private Muay Thai and Steak dinner

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Saturday and another day has dawned. Katja it’s up before me as I tried to watch Norwegian football again last night. 

My team played again yesterday night, but a power out in the city they played in robbed me of my quality football experience. At one point they played a mobile phone camera video of the field. Not the best solution when the stream from Norway already is under par. A waisted hour around midnight that could have been better used for some quality sleep.
A late morning breakfast with a great oatmeal pancake and bananas later, we go through a few of the videos from yesterday’s private lessons. It’s scary how easy it is to see what needs to be done, but how hard it us to remember it all when you’re on the mat.
Breakfast

Breakfast

Breakfast

Breakfast

We get yesterday’s blog post online as well. Keeping up the publishing when we finally have caught up to the right day is important to us. It’s a small job when it’s done daily, stressful and big when you have a backlog. Sounds familiar to any and all tasks, right?
We’re at Tiger twenty minutes before our private starts so Katja get enough time on the bike. It’s hot out here at 12:30, but at least the sun is almost at zenith and thereby the mats are in the shade. It’s not that big of a warm up needed before you’re soaked in sweat. I just sit at the restaurant and write this morning’s text and wait it out until it’s time to go and do my own warm up.
Another cool training with Moo is in the box. Forty five minutes of pad work is really exhausting. Phew! After we’re finished I stretch for a while and there’s a puddle of sweat on the floor when I leave. I find Katja equally sweaty from her session and we decide to shower, change and have lunch before moving on. We end up with vegetarian moussaka. Nothing like any moussaka I’ve ever had before, but it tasted really good.
We went by the pharmacy again on the way back. The heat rashes don’t seem to go away, and we got cream and antihistamines to cure it and to remove the itching. Time will tell, I guess.
The massage girls were busy, so we’ve postponed the massage until further notice.
A quick  pit stop in the room and out again. Massage girls are ready and we land face down on the benches. While I was impressed by Sumo’s early catch on my sore spots and her ability to focus on them, some of that has faded. Or it might have more to do with my body being sore all over after this month’s training and thereby where ever she touches there are pains to be had.
It’s silly to think that we’ve been here just a few days short of as month already.
Back on the bike we drove out to find a steak of size. We went to La Boucherie, a streak house. The meat was good, but didn’t really warrant the prices. Still, three hundred gram of chateaubriand is seldom wrong. Add a portion of foies gras for starter, and you have a recipe for my kind of happy meal.
Back on the bike we got a cup of coffee to go on the way home and spent the evening just relaxing at home. Then the power went out again. And then we heard the thunder. Holy cow, that was loud. It hammered with lighting and thunder before the rain started. It hammered. Hard and pretty long. We couldn’t go out on the balcony as the rain went in under our roof and splashed at the door.
Luckily the power came back on after a while and we had air condition during the night. It’s warm enough even with the air con running. When it’s of a few moments the temperature in our room rises several degrees. Coming back home with the peace and quiet in the bedroom gonna be strange.
“I done wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale; handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail; only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalised a brick; I’m so mean I make medicine sick.”
– Muhammad Ali

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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