After a couple of nights in Hat Yai, which were memorable for the fact that we'd turned up on some crazy dragon festival where they paraded a massive dragon and did some crazy dancin at nighttime followed by setting off extremely loud bangers the next morning and parading even more massive dragons through the streets; it was time to move to Penang, Malaysia for 4 nights.

Now known for its street art in the old part of Penang called Georgetown, the place seems to be a complete mishmash of cultures from Malaysian, Chinese, Indian and even British, thanks to 'Francis Light' and his merry men turning up in 1786 to establish a British Trading post and building 'Fort Cornwallis' (see Mum I could have been a teacher too)!

We'd also turned up here at a good time as it was the 8th day after the Chinese New Year which is some sort of celebration and so obviously this meant having to celebrate (well it was the 8th day after Chinese New Year after all) with food and booze, both of which the family next to our hostel supplied us with for free, although having seen the hog roast hacked up in front of us, Stacey politely passed on the pork!

Next up was our 2nd home of Bangkok and where this blogs title comes into play. You see there's a scene in 'The Hangover part II' film where Stu is looking for his fiancés younger brother in the Thai capital and asks a local tattoo artist where he might find him; "how longs he been missing?" - "2 days" - "You've got no chance, Bangkok has him now" - "F-ing Bangkok!" And this is about as good a description about how we both feel at this moment in time, "F-ing Bangkok"!

Love it and loathe it are just 2 of the feelings you're bound to go through once you've hit the hedonistic heights (and the next morning lows) of Khao San Road, Bangkok. After flying back in from Penang, we were to meet Stacey's cousin Callum and his mates Bobby, Scott & Luke. After discussing the fact that they had just been in the pool on the top floor of their hotel but that the water only went to waist height, 2 foot tall Scott cracked up "yeah I nearly drowned"; and straight away I thought 'this lad will do for me'.

The night then descended into debauchery as buckets, yes plastic buckets, full of Thai rum, sprite and the Thai version of red bull (it's ridiculously strong) were consumed; barefoot dancing by yours truly had commenced (even though Stace kept handing my flip flops back to me, I kept losing them) and even fried scorpions were ate; yet as I woke up the next morning I was just grateful that I only had a bleeding foot and banging head to show from the previous nights escapades....after all, Scott had woke up with 3 of the lads signatures tattooed on his arse!!!

And then although we are meant to live & learn, 5 nights later Stacey's mate 'little Jo' and her mates Laura, Nicole & Joanne became the next of Khao San Roads victims and even though me n Stace had agreed not to drink too much as we had an early 4 hour train journey to catch the next morning, this blog comes from a very sweaty and hungover author with a dying fiancé beside him on the train due to those damn bloody buckets! Laura by the way, we had to literally carry out of the bar into a tuk tuk!

Thankfully inbetween all the madness, we have managed to visit the British Embassy to sort the paperwork out so we can officially get married over here and even done some more of the cultural stuff such as visiting the huge & highly impressive Chatuchak weekend market, the mental Chinatown, the Golden Mount temple and the Golden Buddha shrine; the latter of which is a gold Buddha (believe it or not) weighing 5.5 tonnes and having a value of around 28.5 million pounds! The only thing I know that comes close to this is what Geff Ebby wears around his neck & fingers on a night out!!!!!!

So we're now off to Hua Hin for a few days before we all (us, the lads & the girls) descend on Koh Samui.....let's just hope we have all learnt our lesson.....mmmmm