We set out on our scooters. I love riding scooters it's so much easier than a bicycle but you still get to see smell and hear everything that you wouldn't in a car. There were two to choose from one was electric and slightly newer, the other was petrol with warn breaks. I decided to take the petrol one (even though it was bright pink and i looked a little like lady Penelope on it) as Steve had never ridden one before and I thought he would find the electric one easier. Knowing his driving skills in a car after years of practice I was expecting the worse. But actually he took to it like a Peking duck to water. We found the fishing lake from yesterday and a guy there gave us some rods and a weird kind of bread bait. As soon as we put our rods in we were getting bites. I caught a large carp and with my tiny rod and little tackle (how ironic) it took me a while to reel it in. I was just about ready to net it when Steve got a bight. He was jumping around all over the place and shouting at me asking what to do, normally I would have helped but I had a fish of my own to deal with plus it was hilarious watching Steve jumping around and freaking out. I just got the hook out of the mouth of my fish when Steve's line snapped. I gave the fish to the guy at the restaurant and using charades told him that I wanted to eat it. Whilst we were waiting for the fish to cook I decided to have another go, and caught another carp straight away but we decided not to eat this one and by the time I had finished unhooking it our first one arrived on a platter. I have seen foreign people in England taking carp home from lakes in England which you are not meant to do. I always thought they were weird. But after one bite I knew I'd never throw one back again. It was delicious. Steve said it was weird that when I had caught the fish I was talking to it, calling it mate and apologising if I hurt it while I took the hook out and now 20 minutes later I was eating it without a word.
Once we had finished we headed back out on the road. It was so hot and I could feel my skin cooking but there was no protection whilst on the s scooters so we just kept going. The road got worse and worse until it was barely rideable. We stopped at a little hut and brought a drink off a guy who looked about 100 he looked like Mr Miyagi's dad. I offered him a fag and he grabbed a couple of stalls for us and we all sat on his porch for a while having a drink and cooling down in the shade. I had my phone out looking at a picture of a map I had taken, the old guy pointed at moon hill then pointed down the road - back the way we had come. Eventually we found moon hill a large hill with a whole in it that looks like half a moon. Steve said his scooter was running out of battery. I couldn't figure it out Sam had said that it would do 60km and I was sure we hadn't gone very far. We headed back, all the time Steve's scooter getting slower and slower, until about 10 minutes from Sam's when it slowed to a crawl and people walking overtook us. It just made it to Sam's road. When Steve wheeled it onto the drive and told Sam something was up he said "oh yeah well it did 60km when it was new its probably more like 30km now".
In the evening we went to another restaurant that Sam had suggested that did western food. I had the nicest meal since leaving England. It was fillet steak and cost less than £4. Just as we had finished Sam turned up with two girls he had just met. I can't remember their names but lets call them Dull and Duller. Oh my god could dull talk and duller just sat there not saying a word she wouldn't even have a drink, while everyone was drinking she just sat there. Dull barely drew a breath between her stories. She was explaining how her family came from lots of different nationalities and was listing the countries she had "in her" me and Sam looked at each other and laughed. Earlier in the day he had been asking me for advice on chat up lines ( I know that's like asking a polar bear for tanning tips). Anyway I had jokingly told him to ask a girl if she had Chinese in her, and if she said no ask if she wanted some. I was willing him to say it but we both knew she was way too up herself to find it funny. I tried really hard to be nice to Dull and Duller because they were Sam's friends but I couldn't resist when Dull said as serious as can be that her favourite food was Ethiopian but that it was really hard to find. No s***! Is this girl for real? We all just cracked up, and I swear she just didn't see the funny side. I decided that we were gonna need some more drinks and tried to keep them flowing while Dull kept the conversation flowing - constantly. I suggested we go to KTV as at least that way we wouldn't have to listen to her talking anymore.
As we were walking down the Main Street to the KTV I was grabbed from behind. It was Melissa one of the girls from the other night, she was a bit too excited to see me (drunk) and was even more excited when I said we were goin to KTV. She went and got the other girls and then when they all arrived I went to introduce everyone. There was an awkward moment when everyone realised I couldn't remember anyone's name but i think they just thought i was simple so let it go. Straight from the start it was clear that Dull and Duller didn't like the girls and the feeling was mutual. I never understand why girls always hate other girls.
Earlier in the night Dull had been taking the Micky out of my tattoos and was quite rude. So it was hilarious when she was walking in front and I saw that she had a really crap tattoo of a tree on her back and even more hilarious when Melissa said "I like broccoli as much as the next person but I wouldn't have it tattooed on my back". The KTV was much the same as the last one but this time we got free beers throne in. Amazingly Duller was suddenly firstly for the first time the whole evening. It was a great night but I was nervous the whole time that the girls were going to scratch each others eyes out. Steve did his bet to keep them apart and thankfully we all made it out in one piece. So much for my not drinking - oh well i lasted a little while. Sam got us a taxi home and as we went to bed I'm sure I heard him say "British today hungover tomorrow".