Warning: Use of undefined constant user_level - assumed 'user_level' (this will throw an Error in a future version of PHP) in /home/customer/www/wibbler.com/public_html/wp-content/plugins/ultimate_ga.php on line 524


Destination Thailand

Posted by | Diary | No Comments

(video at bottom of post)

“Take your bags, Mr Simon?”

DSC01789 (by wibbler)It was hot, sticky and my body was silently cursing me with every step I took, thanks to the excessive jigging and bouncing around on the dancefloor the previous night. After getting up at 6am and being driven to the airport, we (well, I) hobbled to the nearest bookshop in Heathrow Terminal 3, Michelle looking concernedly on. WHSmith yielded a couple of books and a game of Travel Cluedo, and after a bit of breakfast we nearly missed our flight. It was the biggest plane I’d ever been on, and the in-flight movies kept me awake for the 11 hours to Bangkok, followed by a further 2 hours to Krabi.
And so here we were, in Krabi International Airport, with a very helpful lady wanting to help with my bags. There was nothing I would have liked more – I was wincing in pain as my joints – and, let’s be honest, the chafing – had taken their toll. But I’d read that most helpful people at airports are mainly after a financial tip, so we declined and were escorted to our private transfer for the hotel.
DSC01897 (by wibbler)As we were driven to the hotel check-in, we battled our sleepiness and watched out the window in amazement. The scenery was just as breathtaking as I’d been warned – huge cliffs and mountains looked down on forest of greenery, with the local people wheeling carts of goods around or driving like maniacs. There appear to be little rules for driving in Thailand – nothing gets in the way of a Thai car and its destination.
After half an hour, we arrived at the stunning check-in desk, had cocktails and cold towels, and got another private transfer to the nearest beach. The hotel, we discovered, can only be accessed by boat, so we clambered over the sandy beach to a boat, and took the 3 minute trip to the resort.

And what a resort it was. In summary, the room had possibly the best view in the place, the food was amazing, the trips we took were brilliant, and we couldn’t have had a better time. And why am I skimming over all the best parts? Well, because I’ve finally completed our Honeymoon Video, which neatly shows everything we did in the next 10 days. It took a while to find the relevant songs and then cut the video to the beats… but now it’s done! The full size version is awesome – but that would have ground the internet to a halt, so there’s a smaller resolution version below.

It was an amazing trip, and we couldn’t have done everything we did without these wonderful people who contributed the the wedding, reception and honeymoon – there’s a message for you at the end of the video.

So, thank you all – and enjoy the video (speakers on, there’s cracking music, and little titbits of us talking…):

Direct Link: Simon & Michelle’s Honeymoon – 26th April 2009

This is the third and final part of a three-parter about our wedding. Feel free to read the other two – Part 1 – Getting Hitched and Part 2 – A Great Reception.
There are photos too – Official Wedding & Reception and Unofficial Wedding & Reception and Honeymoon.
And, of course,the Honeymoon Video. I spoil you.

Over The Hill

Posted by | Uncategorized | No Comments

Warning: Use of undefined constant user_level - assumed 'user_level' (this will throw an Error in a future version of PHP) in /home/customer/www/wibbler.com/public_html/wp-content/plugins/ultimate_ga.php on line 524

So, Jac’s 25. To commiserate, we all popped up to his farm in Watford on Saturday night for jolly knees up with him and his housemate Alex, who also happily his just turned the birthday corner. There was a theme, as ever – this one was outrageous ties (not, as his invitationary email clarified, loud men from Thailand). A quick scour round Guildford on Saturday afternoon resulted in two splendidly outsized foam ties for myself and Michelle, which were received with pleasure by the group as we turned up that night. Such excitement, in fact, that the entire group managed to tear their eyes away from the graphic lesbian porn that was playing loudly in the corner of the room.
I should take a moment to counter the impression you may now have of Jac. His farmhouse isn’t a seedy establishment, you understand – you may have visions of men in long anoraks feverishly ogling nubile forms on cheap, discreet televisions, in a dimly-lit room slit with light poking through the slatted blinds. No, Jac has standards. The televisions, for instance, are classy Sony numbers, placed prominently in the room. He has curtains. The videos and the anoraks, though, are just as you imagine.
We all bundled out in a fleet of taxis at 10pm for a trip to an 80’s nightclub in Watford town centre. The weather was dribbly and cold – enough even for me, with my substantial natural “insulation”, to feel a chill. The club, though, was a touch of genius. 80’s music blared out at us from the street; inside, giant rubik’s cubes hung from the ceiling when animated pacmen were chased by monsters round the walls. This was heaven.
We drank, we sang out loud, we spilled drinks and marvelled at the revolving dancefloor (at least, I think there was a revolving dancefloor – it may have just been the drink). Michelle and I even made friends with a ginger man. And then, we managed to get home, wet, windswept and full of late-night Quarter Pounders with cheese.
Happy birthday, Jac and Alex! You’re halfway to 50 – make the most of it…