Detox day 2

Monday (Day 2)

 

Weight:            72.5kgs

Food:                        none

Liquids:            approx. 5 liters

 

First an important addendum to yesterday’s entry:  after writing the blog and before going to sleep, I couldn’t help looking through websites a la “snakes of thailand” in order to find my reptile friend that I encountered on my jungle walk.  It turns out that he or she was a King Cobra (denoted on the website with 3 skulls and bones)...  I think I sort of knew it was a cobra, because I didn’t think there were that many snakes with those flary things around the neck (and they were flaring/extended, indicating that the snake was at least semi pissed-off), but I guess in the moment I just didn’t want to realize that, probably for the better.

 

Woke up at 0530am today (probably a mix of jetlag and the insomnia I tend to have while fasting), with still a lot of energy.  Surfed the internet and read until 0800am when I first did 30mins of meditation and then 1.5hrs of yoga, both with Lisa, Eric, and Vee (who clearly is only one letter away from having a very bad/funny name).  Not sure I will be doing either again.  They yoga is pretty soft, I think we just got through 4 or 5 poses, and not even very hard ones – just not enough downward facing dogs for me.  According to Lisa today was actually a much harder class than the previous days.  I think tomorrow I will go cycling again, minus the jungle walks clearly.

 

Around mid day, after the morning colonic, my energy level drops notably and I first sleep by the pool and then decide to take the shuttle bus to the main resort town on the island, where I sleep more on the beach.  The town itself is uninteresting – a way too narrow beach (albeit very nice), some bad shops, and even a couple of old guy tourists with Thai girls, the kind of thing I was hoping not to see on Koh Chang.  To make the trip even better, my only companions in the minibus (45mins ride each way) are my nemeses, the French family with the two small kids.  One of the kids decides to keep on singing french numbers, he gets to 119 before starting again.  The Dad makes no effort to calm them down except to interrupt and correct the way to say 31 – even I know that, stupid kid.  I’m having a headache, possibly detox-induced, but more likely from listening to too many chanted french numbers. 

 

There is no sign of Jason, the chef, today, hence no discussions of fancy food menus.  However, for some reason, Eric, Vee and Lisa decide to discuss their favorite fast foods:  Vee loves KFC, Eric is a big advocate for McDonalds as his company manages their supply chain and he claims their suppliers are much higher quality than e.g. Burger King (he even went so far to say that Chicken McNuggets have good meat – I made a mental note to try them again for the first time in probably 15 years), and Lisa seems to love everything, but above all some fried chicken shop in London.  I have zero appetite.

 

Eric is on his last day of fasting, so is Lisa, but she will probably continue for a couple of days (the fitting into the dress for the wedding thing...), Vee is on day 5.  I’m starting to worry I might be the only faster left in a couple of days, surrounded by french families with young screaming kids having full-on Thai meals.   Fortunately, in the afternoon, new fasters arrive, who I meet during my daily steam room session.  An elderly couple from South África – they seem very nice, albeit I worry that, if they show up at yoga, the yoga teacher might feel compelled to take the intensity down even more.

 

I’m writing this blog over dinner, the other nemesis, the broth soup.  I wonder what I will feel like tomorrow – if my past 3 fasts are a guide, I will wake up very weak on day 3 and hit the low energy point during days 3 and 4, before dramatically rebounding.