9am. Time to get up. We're both still drunk. We got dressed, brushed our teeth, did our utmost to look presentable and then all went to McDonalds for breakfast. Nothing like a cardboard burger to ease away a pending hangover. Oh wait, egg Mc Muffin job, they only do burgers after 11am. Bummer.

We then walked in the direction of the bus stop and got a cab to go to the Bangkok Market. We welcomed the 30 minutes of air conned happiness that we experienced, while the driver whizzed through the already busy streets of Bangkok. It was 10am on a Sunday, why were so many people up already? Ludicrous.

He dropped us off outside; we paid him and made our way into the labyrinth of little market shops. Edd was initially convinced we needed a strategy, upon entering the market, however, he realised all attempts at strategy would be futile. Just walk until you find something you like, then stop. The walk over to the next something you like, then stop. A large number of stores were random and boring. We had no desire to buy electric fans that spanned 8 little stores; we thought for a while that the market was quite unexciting. None of us had found anything we thought was remotely worth paying any interest in. After walked around for 4 hours, we found a network of little stores that sold bits and pieces that I liked; I bought a couple of dresses, a Thailand elephant shirt and a smart jumper (not that I'd need it, I wanted it for Aus). Edd bought himself a new shirt as well that has turned out to be a bit on the tight side, ok for now, but will be no good when we put some weight on in Australia. Oh well.

It was going on 2pm and we had all had enough. It was boiling hot, humid as all hell and our hangovers had finally hit. It was time for an afternoon nap. We hailed a cab, or should I say we hailed a few cabs, but none of them wanted to take us back to Koh San Road. Hilarious. Edd eventually found a cab driver that would take us back to our hostel and we jumped into his air-conned happiness.

By the time we got back to our hostel, we were all about to fall asleep, Edd got a bottle of water from a store and we made our way back to the hostel and up the 10 flights of stairs to our room. It was a long way up. We curled into bed, switched off the lights - so it felt like midnight again - and had a 2.5 hour nap.
5pm came and we were feeling a bit more human. I was starving, so we got dressed, went to find Edd's friend and went up to the local on the corner of our hostel. We knew the food was good as we'd eaten there 2 months earlier, so there would be no hit or miss on what we ordered.
I ordered a red curry dish with rice; Edd and his friend ordered fried rice dishes with pork. Mine was delicious, Edd managed to eat half his food and hten his friend ate the other half: it was too spicey for him. This did not happen regularly, but his stomach was not impressed with his nocturnal activities from the night before and was still protesting to the abuse.
I then went in search of a neck and shoulder massage and left the boys to themselves for a while. I found a place that advertised for a reasonable rate and went inside, paid and walked up 2 flights of stairs to a quiet room where I was on my on with the lady that was going to work her magic on my aching shoulders.
She initially rubbed large amounts of oil on my back and massaged my calves. I was unsure whether or not she'd understood the whole 'neck and shoulder' specification on the 30-minute massage; my legs were a long way down from the intended area of affliction.
She then got me to lie on my back and suddenly it all fell into place. My shoulders got the attention they needed and I left half an hour later feeling relaxed and rejuvenated; now to find the boys again.
They were sitting downstairs in our hostels bar/restaurant/reception area. Edd was feeling nauseous and keen to go straight to bed. I agreed with him, so we said good night and made our way up the 10 flights of stairs for the last time. I was not going to miss this work out every time I needed to go to my room.