D-man bought it for our pleasure. Its long, thick, tough, leathery, red and dark. Very good for stress relieve and satisfaction almost always guaranteed.

What’s your guess?

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Nope, this post is not another feministic ego trip that dictates how women should rule the world.  It’s just a small tribute to a girl I knew who trained like a soldier and fought darn hard.

My heart tears for “Boss”, the sweetest little thing I trained together with at Rawai Muay Thai.  She lost her fight by TKO (in layman’s terms, it means your opponent whacks the hellouttaya and the referee fears for your life and stops the fight).  After taking in multiple kicks and knees, she finally passed out and was carried out of the ring.

(warning: the end of this video’s a bad tear jerker, look away now if you’re all jelly and mushy and has a uncontrollable tap inside like yours truly)

She may be 10 but her spirit is well-aged.  Practising Muay Thai toughens people like…like….like nobody’s business.   This girl is a warrior and I am sure she will go far in life.

If you told me 10 years ago and I will one day love Muay Thai, I would have rolled on the floor laughing, and after having caught my breathe, called the asylum to get you locked up.  Today, I sat in a stuffy, spicy 800 square feet room with roughly 90 other men, watching boys and men knocking the air out of each other with smiles on their sweat-drenched faces.

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It was Valentine’s. There were candles in the bath and bedroom. Soft ambient music flooded the dark room. I gave D-man his present, wrapped in elegant white & gold tissue…

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So the D-man & I decided to take on Thailand, the origins of our all-time favourite sports, Muay Thai.  We chose Rawai Muay Thai in Phuket because of their reputation & because there were lots to do in Phuket (shooting, ATV rides, kite-surfing, bungy jumping, and almost everything else you can think of).

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