Outta Muay Way!!!

So that witty title...the "Outta Muay Way"...that's what I'm going to be telling people that get on my nerves now that I've been taking super legit Muay Thai kickboxing lessons!  I'll set the stage for you guys.  Olivia and I sorta had a relationship going with the instructors before we even started taking lessons.  The boxing arena is literally 15 yards from our apartment.  Handy, eh?!  But anyway, every time Olivia and I ride by on our ever-so-trusty-yet-rusty bicycles all the instructors are lounging around outside.  They always say "Oh! Hello!" They always sound so friendly, and genuinely excited to see us...I feel its safe to say we're right on track to becoming best of friends!  Maybe that's an exaggeration, but because the guys were so friendly, Olivia and I managed to overcome our fear of the place.  "HUAH HUAH YAAAAA!!!" noises always float up to our room.  Its generally accompanied by loud thumping noises...sorta like if you threw a watermelon against a wall.  But we were right! Everyone is so cheerful!  And the watermelon-hitting-cement noises, we now know, aren't that scary.  It's just 110 pound super jacked Thai men side kicking punchingbags...or each other.  And the HUAH HUAH YAAAAA!!! noise? Well, that's apparently what you're supposed to say when you punch things really, really fast.  But lemme fill you in on the deets of our instructors.  There is Tree.  He's in a boxing competition tonight! More powa to ya brotha!

This is Tree.  Don't underestimate him! He's a Muay Thai master!

Olivia in her typical stick-up-the -butt stance she adopts when trying Muay Thai

Then there's Saman.  He likes to laugh at us a lot.  But then again, they all do.  I think I'd vote him the friendliest of the bunch though.  There's Gah.  He's super serious.  And has trained in Australia and Japan.  He's pretty legit.  He also told me I was beautiful...and asked me if he could take me shopping on Sunday (at least I thing that's what he was getting at.  His English isn't very good).  Diesel...I know you aren't reading this...but for those of you that are...don't worry.  I told Gah no thanks.  Back to instructors.  There's A.  He speaks the best English, and has very helpful hints on mastering the finer details of Muay Thai.  Ohm is cool too.  He has stitches on his face, and the biggest bruise I have EVER seen on his leg.  I invented a dramatic story in my head at lessons today about how he got those injuries, but if i wrote it all out it'd make this blog post WAY too long.  Oh there is also Kob.  He looks really young.  But that could just be due to the fact that some Thai people don't seem to age really.  He's TINY! But super jacked, and he kicks things SOOO hard.  Lastly there is Jack.  He isn't an instructor, but he's this fat american dude that has been doing nothing for the past four months but take muay thai 2 times a day.  Yeah...you're probably wondering the same thing I am. How's he still fat?!! I have no idea.  But anyway, all the instructors like to yell at him.  They say.."Lazy Jack! One million situps!" or "Jack sparrow! You go jogging, jogging!" I think it'd be too hard to try to explain everything we do at Muay Tahi.  But Olivia and I did 4 hours of it today.  I don't think I even get this sore during training camp!  I'll wait till Saman stops laughing at me every time I try to do a left-leg side kick, and then I'll have Olivia film it, and we can post it on the blog.  But I can tell you guys about the food we ate today!  I was feeling ambitious after Muay Thai lessons today, and ordered the "super bowl"of this super tasty curry, pasta combo. Sounds disgusting.  But probably the most delicious thing I've had since I've been here.  It's called Koi Sow. 

In case you were wondering....we ate the whole thing.

And that's saying something!  Olivia and I also had a HUGE craving for some bread/carbs of some sort.  Yesterday the only bread-like substance I could find was this box of cookies.  They are a combination of chocolate wafers and saltine crackers.  I ate 7 of them.  But today we found this sort westernish bakery.  Olivia and I kinda went overboard.  We got a whole rum-raisin cake.  A slice of banana cream pie (neither Olivia and I really like banana cream pie...but it's apparently Love at First Bite's  specialty.  And since they made it using these delicious mini Thai bananas we figured we'd give it a go.  Good thing too! Superb!) And I got a Tres Leches cake. It was soaked in condensed milk.  Just like everything else here.  But it was oh-so-tasty. 
Sorry this post is so bad.  I'm just super tired from Muay Thai...ZZZZZZZ.....I guess it's just a bean in my yogurt! Hmmm...I was trying that saying out.  It's one Olivia and I made up today.  It means "It's kinda weird, but don't dwell on it".  Or more along the lines of "Don't worry about it".  That sort of thing.  We came up with it when Olivia was eating her yogurt this morning and found it was full of beans and corn. 

Beans and corn, anyone?

Naturally she ate it anyway.    

HAHAHA!! Olivia is gonna be mad when she sees I posted this....