to sore to do anything else...

...plus im trying not to spend money and am really hungry but trying not to eat...so blogging sounds like a good way to waste a little bit of time. last time i left you i was still in bangkok praising the warmth...and well im not in bangkok anymore but my praises still go out to mr.sunshine and his warmth. i went to railey for a couple days that a nice relaxing time for coming back to phuket to train, well it didn't have the greatest start. it all started with me trying to be lazy and a know-it-all. we got to railey in the afternoon and it was low tide so we had a ways to walk to shore. now there was a nice little path to follow to reach east beach in railey but that was going in the opposite direction i wanted to go...so me being all high and mighty and knowing better than all the suckers that were walking the "wrong" way i decided to take the straight approach. not a good idea, after walking about 50 feet i started walking in a couple inches of mud that looked like it was going to be dry land. this started annoying me since my sandels kept flicking mud up my backside, getting myself and my bags muddy. still manageable though since i was "saving" so much time. when i was about half way though i was trekking through ankle deep mud, but now i found a way to walk in which my feet never left the mud so there was no flicking of mud. a little slower but i was already half way and still walking the direct route so it was still worth it. well at least until i started getting about 20 feet off shore and it dropped to about halfway up my calfs...but i was soo close. walking really slow now since i was loaded up with my big backpack on my back and then my smaller one on my front and my duffelbag full of suits and jackets in one hand and a plastic bag with my rice hats in the other (not really the greatest of trekking set up). i got a little frustrated when i was about 15 feet away cause the "suckers" who walked the "wrong" way were walking along the beach now (there is a row of thick bush trees along the beach in this area but i can still see through in the area in which im striving for) so my attempt in taking a short cut has failed and im actually quite on the losing end of the stick (taking longer and getting muddy). though i can feel it getting shallower and by the time im like 5 feet from shore the mud has already dropped to below my ankles...almost there. with my second last step to go suddenly my left foot sinks to well above my knee (and im wearing longer black shorts that have my cell phone in the bottom pocket...plus wallet, passport and other paper things in my top pockets). out of intinct of sinking so far forward causing me to lean forward i take another step with my right...it sinks probably a couple inches farther than my left...im stuck! and this isn't normal mud, this is oil that is filled with oil since the transport tractors drive this path everyday unloading stuff off the barge. im close enough to shore though that i can toss my bags (though i must mention i also see some more people walking along the 20 feet away (so they don't actually notice me) but my pride is hurt now and i don't want to call out since i can do this on my own), so one after the other i toss all the stuff im carrying onto hard packet ground where it is safe. myself on the otherhand isn't so easily removed, though i start the necessary rocking to try and get my feet free. my lead leg (right) is coming out a lot easier even though it is deeper, so i use this opportunity to take a bigger step forward with it (getting my crotch closer to the mud though) and reach out to harder land. the harder land crumbles a bit and falls into the mudpit but only about 8 or 10 inches so it is still good (plus when it falls into the mudpit it actually makes my stance a little closer which is a better position to pull out my other foot). as i start to to pull my other foot out i notice my sandle wants to stay where it is since it is hooked on something. not wanting to part with my stinking moldy sandle that has travelled everywhere with me so patriotically i have to save it. so down goes my left arm (no i didn't think to take off my watch first) all the way to my shoulder pretty much. a little difficulty but i finally get it free and pull it up to the surface and throw it onto the ground with my bags in a heap of tarlike mud. with a little bit of shaking back and forth and actually grabbing a hold of the handle on my duffle bag (its so heavy it makes a good ankor) i manage to free myself from my muddy grave (it would have swallowed my whole im sure). leaving my bags exactly where they were (though throwing a rock on my plastic bag of hats cause it is starting to blow away) i walked to the nearish place of assistance, which is a contruction site fortunetly enough that has a barrel of clean water i can use to wash myself off with. though in doing so i had to admit my stupidy and put up with thai people pointing and laughing at me while jabbering back and foreth at each (i don't want to know what they are saying). all cleaned up i go back and grab my bags and head to the yaya resort which i inteded on staying. to make matter worse though they didn't even have room there and i had to indeed walk to the other side of the beach (where that lovely path ended from earlier ended) anyways. so ya, that goes up with stupid coats i forgot about in vietnam for dumb things that i had done this trip (all being in the same week actually) and i suppose my book incidence (also same week as this) as well from bangkok...short story so ill tell it too quickly. pretty much i spent a long time looking for a sequal to book i had just read but i couldn't remember the authors name, of course as my friend pointed out later i had the first book with the authors name on it in my pocket cause i wanted to trade it in. ya, i blame not doing anything for 6 weeks for my week of stupidity. well thats all i want to write for now, until next time...