So apart from last nights blog which is in real time there are a lot of gaps that need filling in. So annnoyingly chronology is going to get a bit lost, but it means I'll be back up to date and you'll all know why the blogs got a bit behind! We've been VERY busy!
Obviously the royal wedding has probably been the highlight of the year so far in England so I feel it's important to let everyone know that we managed to do the Brits proud and spread the wedding love throughout Chang Mai.
At about 1pm our time so 6am your time the hunt for wedding footage began. We searched around many different streets and were getting pretty angsty. We asked soooo many people who just told us to owatch it in our guest house which we didn't think would really match up to the street partys that we had heard about at home. Besides, they were only showing it on American Fox TV which was not going to be up to standard - we needed BBC. So we trapsed around in the boiling sun when all of a sudden an oasis of Britishness appeared... The Old British Pub.
We went in and were thrilled to see wedding invitations, bunting, heart balloons, teapots, cucumber sandwhiches, scones, pimms and even a recent Daily Telegraph with Kate on the front looking lovely as ever.
So after our customary scones and pot of TETLEY tea was finished, the wedding began and the Brits started rolling in. Pimms was obviously being drunk by all and we even had champagne at the balcony kiss.
Obviously after the real footage was over the endless stream of highlights began - good old BBC News 24- which meant that the drinking started to get serious. By this point we had bonded with a little English crew. We were all sitting round playing cards when one of the Thai waitresses decided to up the stakes and start attempting drinking games.
Lesson to be learnt. Never take on the Brits at our favourite pastime. She ended up losing by a mile and after owing us all several shots of tequila and being covered in illuminous paint we thought we better leave before she got sacked.
Hannah, Jan, Kelvin and I then carried on up the street spreading illuminous paint and rose petals where ever we went (Jan decided it would be a good idea to buy a bunch of flowers for the occassion- he proceeded to eat half of them later but that's another story).
The carnage ended at Spiceys where we managed to paint half the people there in our body paint and definitely make sure everyone knew about the wedding!
At 6am the marathon was over. 18 hours of drinking is clearly the only way to celebrate a wedding properly. We should've had an invite to Harrys survivors breakfast.
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