I thought I would go and check out some of the other beaches today, so I paid a tuk tuk driver 600 baht to take me down to Kata beach. It was quite a long way in the back of a ute.

I arrived at Kata beach which was much less crowded than Patong and stayed there swimming and sun baking for about two hours. The beach had fine white sand and there was a small island just off shore. If I had someone with me to watch my stuff, or if I hadn't brought so much stuff I would have actually swam to it.

I left the beach and went for a walk around the small, hilly town, although smaller than Patong, the shops were all the same. Souvenirs, massage parlors, restaurants and bars. I decided to walk up to the next beach, a place called Karon, which was equally as pretty as Kata, the only difference being there didn't seem to be much of anything around this beach. This is where all the people come who just want to chill out I thought. Even though there were no shops around, the beach was still populated by men charging 150 baht for the many sun loungers under colourful umbrellas.

I left the beach and got a real taxi back to the hotel an actual car, which actually felt a bit weird after all the rides on the backs of utes. I hung around at the hotel before getting on the back of a motorbike and being taken back down to Patong. The motorbike taxi only cost 50 baht and when I attempted to pay the man 60 baht he wouldn't accept the extra ten. Wish I'd discovered that sooner, I thought.

I had dinner at the big shiny western shopping centre called JungCeylon, I had surf and turf in an Irish pub which was deserted due to the national holiday that not only does not allow drinking but prohibits the sale of alcohol.

After dinner I had decided to go and watch the boxing, there was a championship match on tonight at the Bengala Stadium. I paid a tuk tuk driver to take me about two minutes from the shopping centre, I was fuming when I reached the stadium. I got out of the drastically over priced tuk tuk and paid 2000 baht for my ring side seat.

I entered the small stadium and waited for the matches to start, there were nine events on. The first event was two small boys, which all the bogans jeered at, at first. The kids although tiny were quite fearsome and very well trained and so the bogans soon shut up. There were four introductory fights before the championships started, it was Australia against everyone else for some reason. The first real fight was between Victor and Ben, Victor was the Aussie and wore green trunks and had a shaved head, both opponents were covered in tattoos.

If I thought the bogans had been bad before they were terrible now. Victor! Victor! Victor! They shouted and yelled obscenities at the other opponent. Victor won that match, but it was a really good fight, I found it really hard to call and up until then I had called each fight by the second round.

One of the other match ups was a guy called Raphael, who came out wearing black trucks with a Batman symbol on them. Didn't know the Caped Crusader was into Thai Boxing. Raphael was one of the best looking guys I'd ever seen and I proceeded to drool over him for the entire fight, which only lasted two rounds as he defeated his opponent by knock out. I cheered. At that moment I realized, this is what the Coliseum must have been like, thousands of screaming Romans, two gladiators battling to the death. Here I was with 500 screaming bogans, watching two guys beat each other up and screaming for blood. Some people call the ancients barbaric, but there's really not that much difference.

The last match was between this guy Sam from Australia and he was put against this small Thai guy with a pot belly. It seemed a bit of a David vs Goliah situation, although in this case Goliath won.

After the boxing was over I then proceeded to get on the back of another crazy motorbike and head back to my hotel.