Well we had survived the jungle and felt the only way to celebrate our new found 'Rambo' style hardness was to obviously go and drink like only the Ozzie's and Brit's know how! You have no idea how amazing it was to get back to the hostel and have a shower, not showering in a waterfall with unidentified things lurking about in the water and coming out smelling of rainwater...the novelty of washing our hair with shampoo and pretending we were a herbal essence advert wore off very quickly! Plus we had all only seen the rest of the group with jungle scum all over us, dirty and sweating in trainers and dirty shorts and covered in insect bits so it was a relief to finally get our gladrags on and prove that we can scrub up OK!

The night out was always going to be messy seen as Charlie, our friend and all round mad-as-a-hatter crazy drinker from Leeds, happened to be in Thailand and in Chiang Mai the same time as us so we arranged to meet him and his friend Laura for food and drinks along with the rest of the gang. The world is a small place hey and seems you can take the girls out of Leeds but cant get Leeds away from the girls! Its bloody everywhere, three of the lads that went into the jungle with us had either worked or been to uni in Leeds as well! Perhaps it really is the centre of the world?!!!

Anyway we all went for food at a Thai cafe that was recommend in our Bible (the Lonely Planet in case readers live their lives by other moral guidelines!!) and it was cheap as chips and proper lush, real Thai food (green curry was even better than the one in Normans!) then headed up to the bar we discovered pre-Jungle, THC (cant for the life of me remember what it stands for) and sat and drank...and drank...and drank...the bar itself is amazing, its about four floors up a tall building covered in graffiti, you have to take your shoes off (like most Thai places) and the bar itself is open roof top looking out onto the whole of Chiang Mai with rugs and beanbags and cushions for people to sit on and laterns etc..completely hippy-70's style chilled out atmostphere but playing the best minimal techno ever..Needless to say Charlie and Laura loved it as did the rest of the gang and for a mere 120baht per Mojito (just under 2quid) the night was always going to be a good 'un!!

Everything is a bit of a blur but I just remember a magican turning up half way through the night and doing lots of tricks for us which me and Anne-Marie were amazed at and proclaimed him to be amazing and wonderous...until Charlie ruined it all by telling us exactly how he does it and catching him out, it was like telling a child Santa wasnt real, we were gutted! Then I played the Magician Man at Jenga, he claimed to have the 'power' or whatever that is, Jenga is a game, I'm not sure you need power to have it but I let him ride his ego whilst we were playing it until I won him all over - I think I have the power now!

Its all abit of a blur but I can remember bits like Claire-Lou arm wrestling one of Charlie's new Thai friends (and who he kept referring to as his new man-slave, really hope they couldnt understand!) and nearly winning him (go on lass!), us having a big arguement with an arrogant Londoner called Bertie (come on, he asked for it) and Geoff, the Ozzie, remembering Charlie from when he worked at Walk-About in Leeds as the bouncer who had a black eye (no surprise)...it all ended with the lads refusing to let me and Clue go clubbing with them and them putting us in a tuk-tuk home (AM had left earlier) as they claimed we were too drunk....I'm pretty sure we both could still walk and talk (to some degree) so I think they over-reacted and probably just wanted us off the scene so they could pull Thai girls...probably all for the best anyway as we had a killer 9 am pick up to go on to Pai a few hours later....

Woke up in AM's bed (she had legged it over to mine)...and turned out I'd managed to pull a proper old-school Selina special and christened the hostel floor by being sick...gross...at least we left that morning!!! The trip to Pai was a killer, pretty sure I was still drunk and the winding and bumpy roads up the mountain did nothing for my stomach (nor did the sounds of the Americans in the seat behind me - so annoying), I was well and truely punished for my drunken ways but at least Pai was worth it!!