”LAND OF SIN”
Its incredible what can happen in 24 hours, especially in Thailand.
I had been living on Phuket Island for two months, where I was training for my first Muay Thai boxing match. What Balzac said about our worst fears lying in anticipation couldn’t have been truer.
When the night of my fight finally arrived, I felt relieved. My coach had been kicking the crap out of me for weeks and I knew that my opponent couldn’t hit as hard as him. Besides, I had been training like an animal.
I jumped into the ring with unexpected confidence, only to find out I had forgotten to put on my jog strap thus leaving my genitals dangerously exposed. Quickly I stripped down and put one on, people thought it was funny, I didn’t.
My opponent was already prepared in the other corner and I could sense that he was more nervous than I was, so I took advantage of it. As soon as the fight started, I played the waiting game and let him come at me, which he did, kicking, kneeing and punching with fury. The first round was quite disputed, although I knew he was much more tired than I was, so for the next two rounds, I toyed with him.
I must have connected at least thirty low kicks to his knee and ten solid ones to his face. In the end I won by technical decision, it was a beautiful moment, but the story doesn’t end here. My good friend and travelling companion Kaspar had also fought and won that night, so we decided to go celebrate.
Along with several other fighters, we drove into Phuket Town for what would be one of the most memorable nights of my life. I recall being at a club that was arranged into square shaped bars, much like a Rubric’s Cube, only instead of colours these had strip poles. Inside each one of the bars, were the veteran dancers, who had long ago fulfilled their duties on the pole, or dare I say poles. There was a bell at each bar that when rang meant free shots for everyone, and I was ringing it. In fact, I was ringing it so much that the lady behind the bar delivered me a straight cross to the face that nearly dropped me. Hardest hit I took that night. ”No money no honey”.
I will leave out the rest of that night’s events just in case my mother ever reads this. In the morning, I headed down to a traditional tattooist and endured the most painful seven hours of my life while he engraved a mandala into my upper back. Until next time, land of Sin.