The Tale of Alissa’s Trip to Korat Bike Week on the 4/3/2007. My trip started on the March 3, 2007 I had packed a very small ruck sack with minimal clothing, one change of clothes, toiletries and enough underwear for a week (well I should be coming back on March 5, 2007, one of my friends came to pick me up outside of the street were I live so that we could ride down to Korat on his bike which is about a 200km trip, so it took us about 2 hours to get there!! By the end of the bike ride my butt was screaming at me “hey Alissa What the hell have you just put me through!” we had arrived just in time because around 1 or 2 hours later the heavens opened and it started bucketing down.

In the evening we went to where they were setting up the event to have a couple of cold beers yum! I as usual had a couple too many and ended up quite merry so back to the hotel and a good nights sleep. My friend went to sleep and I was still juiced up on alcohol at 2am nobody to talk to, ahhh the miracle of mobile phones searching through my name list for people whom might possibly be up I do believe I got through and talked to about 5 different people before going beddy byes!

The next day we rode out of the Hotel for some breakfast come lunch, a bowl of hot noodles! Then back to the hotel room to watch movies until the evening time around 6.pm.

So we rode into the event and parked up the organizers grabbed hold of me and said Alissa we need your help you have to be the presenter and speak in English so that all the foreigners can understand what’s going on!! What could I do I had to help these guys out! So instead of relaxing I was on the mic for a large part of the evening. Don’t get me wrong I did have time to walk around and do my own thing, and I do so love being the center of attention on stage and all that so it was good. They also had this mechanical bull which I had a go on, although my clothes seemed to be very slippery and even though I gripped my knees to the bull with all my might I was still sliding back and forth, if I was a man I believe it would have brought tears to my eyes. After my stint on stage everybody was happy to give me free booze, and one guy said that I have to go up on stage and do my very poor version of Zombie (can’t even remember the words hahaha) so I told him That he would have to get me drunk first!! Guess what, after being plied with whisky, vodkas, tequilas, and beers AI was back up on that dam stage singing my heart out to a song I can barley remember the words to drunk as a skunk. The next day I was told all about the embarrassing shit that I had been getting up to. Apparently there was no way I was getting on the back of a bike back to the hotel they had to bundle me into a pick up truck but not in the back cos I was still conscious and probably would have jumped out and become road kill. Upon arrival at the hotel I had been knocked out and they had to call 3 security to each grab a leg and an arm to haul me up the stairs and throw me on the bed. Apparently I sat up and promptly fell on the floor onto my head (I wondered why my head had a massive lump and hurt on the right side, good job there isn’t much up there!)

I woke up still full of the joys of alcohol still drunk, then my friend ordered food that’s when the shit hit the fan and the hangover rolled on in and saw me with my head down the toilet for most of the day there was no way I was sitting on the back of a bike to ride back into Bangkok!! Hey why the hell does my finger feel like its going to drip off? Oh the whole tip is bruised a lovely shade of purple black, after asking around about what had happened to my finger I was still none the wiser! I ended staying an extra 2 nights with my friend Gaew and we went out parting local style and went out to the event organizers various Pubs and restaurant to be feed and watered.