A little bit Siam, but mostly joined at the hip. I see no tragedy just humor in that. By now we had been dragged about 1.5km inland (according to my brother) and I think the after shocks must have already happened when we were in the water, as the water seemed to slow while we waited in the tree. I walk up and down could not run, I think. I distinctly remember watching this lady clinging onto the trunk of a tree in the distance as the water tried to drag her away.While we were up there in the tree I noticed my shorts, my favourite swimming board shorts I might add, were missing, assuming they must of been ripped off in the water. The amount of pain killers and sleeping pills I was given must have been enormous, as the next thing I knew, we were in hospital in Bangkok. I see one Thai guy open up the cargo pocket on his shorts We drank most of it but also used a bit to clean out our cuts. He later told me that he genuinely thought he was going to die there and then in that room if the second wave hadn’t blown the back wall off and dragged him out to behind the hotel building.The next thing I knew my stomach dropped like I had just jumped off a cliff, and I was coming up for air. I remember telling him that this was the most uneventful trip to Thailand I have been on. So damn loud! They made a sort of hammock for dad and the third Thai man carried me on his back.
It's just a story of one lucky, drunken, too cheap for a beach front room, regular visitor to Phuket, and a … ... even if i was reading it for my project in school! I see one of the girl's from the bar. ... My story, total fiction. I remember a small restaurant at
The front of the hospital has a board with names of the dead I look around and notice all the westerners seem to have gone, only Thais seem to remain. However, the metal was burning into our skin and heading straight for a large tree so we jumped off. I remember Fred going off on a wonder to see if he could find some help.
I couldn’t tell you how fast I was going, but it was so crazy fast that the back of the hotel building was rapidly fading into the distance. I even head-butted the doctor while he was stitching because I was thrashing around at the pain. It was a miracle he was actually so close. Time spent doing nothing
Jet skis parked on the street, Soi Katoey is a disaster area. The seats were these little netted strips of fabric, the most uncomfortable seats ever when you have cuts all over your body. I try to hold back but I can't. Amazing Thailand! Two rooms filled with death, doors open for us to see. I remember dad trying to reason with her to get her to come with us, but she kept shouting “after shock” and not wanting to move from the tree. No wave known to man had ever been big enough to reach my room. I wake up felling great. About 60 pictures on the wall of the dead. It is weird how we remember certain details but not others, like I could draw out a picture of this room, but I couldn’t explain to you what happened the next few days.
Ben, the jammy dodger, found a mini fridge, obviously one from the hotel rooms, which had two unopened bottles of water. I wonder how I would react.
The main characters of the story, the grandfather and grandson, set fire to their grain to save the villagers who are to busy celebrating in a festival to realize that a giant Tsunami wave is coming. We were actually meant to be staying in the main hotel but they got our rooms muddled up so gave us one of the nicest bungalows right next to the pool as an apology for the mix up.When I heard the screaming I remember running outside and seeing everyone running towards the hotel, away from this giant wave the size of two double-decker London buses. This involved flying in an army plane, which genuinely didn’t have a back to it, the kind of thing you see in war films. She answers the phone, speaks some Thai then turns to me, "We must go…water come!" Actually that’s a lie, I remember the morning, the amazing hotel breakfast we had, my brothers and I fighting over the sun cream, and the excitement for going to the waterfall. How did that get sucked out? how I know so much.
My TGF finally wakes. Finally we came to a dirt road that wasn’t covered in water and we arrived at this little shop. The resilience can be felt in the local artwork and stories, as well the newly rebuilt shops and restaurants on this course. I go out for yet another night of drinking on Soi Bangla.