Wednesday 18 December 2013

Just like that, the dream is over


So, I’ve been back in England just over a week. I had intended to write this post a little earlier, but some serious jetlag took me pretty much out of commission for the entire week. I could barely make it through work, never mind anything else and certainly not any training. The mere thought of hitting pads made me feel exhausted. But I’m back to normal now, sort of.

The last week of my time in Phuket differed significantly from the first three- with my fight done, I decided to relax a little and take time to explore the rest of what was on offer. I still trained once a day, but didn’t make a single morning session after my fight, largely due to the fact I was out partying pretty much every night. It was good to relax and take some time to actually holiday- this being the first time I’ve been able to get away somewhere in a few years.

My final night was a Saturday, meaning nobody had any excuses not to come out and party as they wouldn’t be training the next day! So we headed out to Patong for a while. Deciding that it would be better to get a taxi rather than risk driving the scooters in, we headed round the corner to a restaurant- the Rubber Tree- that had a sign for taxi services outside. Here we ran into Beer, a fighter and trainer at Sinbi, who said he was also going to Patong and offered to give us a guided tour. He also called his friend to taxi us there.

Before long, the taxi rolled up. The driver stepped out and it was instantly clear he had been drinking- he wasn’t wasted but it was obvious he’d had a few. Beer spoke to him in Thai for a while, before we all piled in. I guessed that Beer told him to drive slow, as we crept along at around 20mph most of the way, meaning it took us the best part of an hour to get there! After a few hours in Patong we headed back to Rawai for a ‘secret’ expat party that was supposed to be ‘going off’, yet turned out to be utterly empty. Instead, the night finished in Icon- a club handily around the corner from Sinbi that kicks out around 7am. And with that, my last full day was over.

My taxi to the airport was booked for 4.30pm, so I had some time to do stuff on Sunday, despite waking up hung-over at 12.30. We headed down to the Kombat Kafe for the standard hangover cure- bacon and tea (at least for me- Cameron drinks coffee rather than tea and doesn’t eat most meat). Granted, neither the bacon nor the tea in Thailand is as good as at home, but at that point you just don’t care. After rushing around to buy a few things people back home had requested, it was time for a last couple hours on the beach. Fortunately, it was a beautiful day and I got to spend my last few hours in Phuket in the sun, with a cold beer, watching the waves come in.

Leaving Sinbi and taking the long taxi ride to the airport was an emotional experience- I had been having the time of my life here and really didn’t want it to end. I had met some great people and it was a sad thought that I would not see them again for a long time, perhaps ever. But I guess that just comes with the territory when travelling.

Coming to Phuket and training at Sinbi muay thai has been, without a doubt, the most amazing experience of my life. I am not the same person I was beforehand, and my life won’t be quite the same again. I have had so many incredible experiences- foremost of all taking my first muay thai fight against a veteran Thai! I am now a stronger, more confident person and I have proven to myself that I belong in this sport. I can’t wait to get back in the ring.

Training was a great experience- training twice a day, six days a week is a challenging but enjoyable way to live. I wish I could do it fulltime.

I have come to love Thailand- the people, the country, the weather, the food, all of it is just amazing.

The tragedy that happened in my last week- with young Sinbi fighter Dui sadly losing his life in a traffic accident- put a lot of things in perspective. It really hit home to think that here I am, having the time of my life, meanwhile this young boy’s life has been cut far too short. His family’s grief is combined with the difficult situation they are now in- with the father in hospital and the son gone, there will be little to no money coming in. Thankfully, there is a real sense of family at Sinbi and people from all over the world are pulling together to raise money for the family.

The lesson learnt from the whole experience is one many people will talk about, but few truly live by. Life is precious, and fragile. It can end in an instant, just like that. You simply cannot know how much time you have left. And when that day comes, all the things you said you would do, dreamed of doing but never actually got round to- they will mean nothing. All that will matter is what you did. So, no more procrastinating, no more talking of my dreams as if they are a faraway thing. No more thinking that living the dream is the preserve of others. The time is now. It has to be- there might not be another chance.

Coming back to England was a bit of a reality check. My first day back in work was so hard. I simply could not concentrate, all I could think was “what is the point??” What is the point in sitting at a desk for over nine hours a day, five days a week, writing the same crap over and over again just to make money for someone else? After the life I experienced in Phuket, it all just seems pointless.

It feels like I just experienced true freedom for the first time, like a life-long prisoners’ first glimpse of sunlight, only to be clapped back in chains once I had begun to truly appreciate it.

There is only one solution for this malaise- I must find a way to break free of the dependence on employment that ties me here geographically and takes so much of my precious time. I’m 26, I still have time but only if I act now. I have to find a way to make the freedom I just experienced a permanent state of being. Anything less simply will not do.  

Thursday 5 December 2013

A tragic turn of events

Yesterday was a tragic day for Sinbi muay thai, and a day that really put life in perspective for me.
As afternoon training was heading into it's final stages, we were all told to sit down for an announcement. Dui- 14 year old fighter and son of one of the trainers- had been killed in a traffic accident earlier that day. He had been riding with his father on a scooter, when they were hit by a bus. The father was in hospital with and broken leg.
We were all shocked- we had all seen Dui around the gym, lighting up the place with his big smile and energy. Many of us had seen him fight at the recent Sinbi Fight Night- he was a promising young boxer with a bright future ahead of him. To think that he was gone, just like that, his life cut far too short, was a difficult thing to accept.
The session was cut short so that the trainers could go see the father in hospital. Word soon spread that there would be transport for anyone who wanted to go as well, leaving in 45 minutes. Cameron, Iggy and myself climbed into the back of a pick-up truck, along with the Malaysian group from the room next door and Tun, one of the trainers. I have seen lots of Thai people riding around on the back of trucks, but never expected to be doing so myself. Least of all under such terrible circumstances.
When we reached our destination, however, it became clear that it was no hospital. There had been a miscommunication somewhere. Instead of going to the hospital to visit Dui's father, we had instead gone to a mosque to pay respects to the young lad's body. Those of us who wanted to go inside were ushered into a large room filled with people, both Muslim and otherwise. As far as I could tell, we were he only foreigners there, increasing the already strong feeling of being out of place. Young Dui's body was in the centre of the room, covered by a thick green blanket, with incense burning next to him. Dozens of people were sat around him, with more coming and going. At one point, someone lifted the blanket a little so that people could see Dui's face. I stayed back, unable to look. Though I don't often show it, I can be quite a sensitive person at times, and this whole thing was becoming difficult. After about ten minutes, we quietly left the room and stood outside with the trainers. It was strange to see such strong, authoritative men visibly upset, and I felt stricken by an utter inability to be of any help.
The number of people there surprised me- I had the feeling many of them wouldn't have even known Dui personally. This spoke of a strong community, though I was also struck by the feeling that this was nothing new to anyone here- they had all seen a tragedy like this before, and no doubt would again.
It was touching for the people at Sinbi to include us all in something so personal and emotional, and I felt truly humbled by the experience. Afterwards, a few of us went for a meal and had a beer in his name, and discussed trying to get some donations together for the family, who would surely be struggling without the two main money earners. Nobody felt like partying though, and it became the first quiet night I've had all week.

Rest in Peace Dui- I didn't know you for long or even on a personal level, but I certainly won't forget you  

Time to relax

With my fight done and just over a week left till I return home, I decided that now was the time to ease back on the training a little bit, relax and enjoy myself. After all, this is the first holiday I have been on in a long time.
Immediately after the fight, buzzing on adrenaline, I was ready for a session. So we headed down to a reggae bar near Nai Harn beach, a really cool, chilled place with good music and great people. The place was pretty busy, particularly with the ever present Russians, but by 4am they had kicked everyone else out. Myself and Cameron were the last ones there, chilling out back with a couple of cool Thai lads who worked there, talking shit and well, you know, it was a reggae bar...
I took Saturday off training, spending most of the day sleeping and then hitting the beach for a while. Saturday night was time for the proper celebration- a much anticipated night out in Patong, the party centre of Phuket- with the lads: Cameron, Iggy, Ivan, Nicolai and Ben. We were quite a mixed bunch, with English, Russian, French, Serbian, New Zealand and Canadian amongst our number.
How can I describe Patong? The first word that comes to mind is "crazy." However, I don't think that quite does it justice. You have to experience it to truly understand what it is like. We started off with some awesome street food, then headed down to walking street- a long street that is blocked from traffic, filled with countless bars, stripclubs, nightclubs, ping-pong shows and whatever else. The place is heaving with people, with the locals offering everything from ping-pong shows to "special massages" to the "katoey (ladyboy) experience." It's hard not to just wander around the place with your mouth wide open, it is just that insane. There are dozens of outdoor bars, each with dancing poles where the countless, and more often than not stunning, Thai barmaids take turns to entertain and woo new customers. The first one we stopped at, someone bought a round of tequila. Well, that was it, we all had to buy a round each, so it didn't take too long before we all started to get a bit drunk. Much of the night is surrounded in haze for me, as is usually the way when I drink a lot, but I remember it being an absolutely incredible night. By around 5am we had split into a few small groups. I was with Nicolai, and we sensibly decided that as he was too drunk to even find his scooter, he was certainly too drunk to drive it and took a tuk-tuk home.
Sunday was spent doing very little, apart from a quick ride to the beach where we ran into a few of the trainers. On the way back we came across a local market. Buying a load of he awesome and unbelievably cheap food there, plus a couple beers from the shop, we ate dinner by Rawai beah as the sun went down. As it often does here, the rain came quickly and without warning, and came down hard. By the time we got back to the gym, we were utterly drenched. Come Monday, I knew it was time to get back to training- it felt like an age since I had last hit some pads.
Released from the strict routine of preparing for a fight, virtually every night since my fight I have been out partying. Combined with the fact that a night out here rarely ends before 4-5am, I have yet to make a morning training session since my fight. I have still been doing the afternoons though- I don't have long left here and I want to make the most of it. The worst example of this came on Wednesday- with nothing planned for the night and feeling restless, I went out around 10pm with the intention of taking a walk to clear my head. On the way back I ran into Nicolai and his friend at the Melon bar. Next thing I know, we are hitting the two main clubs around here- Laguna and Icon. Upon leaving Icon I was dazzled by the fully risen sun, and shocked to realise the time was almost 8pm!! One of the local bar girls offered to take me for some breakfast at a small, cheap local place, then drop me off at the gym. To my surprise, she then made to come with me into the gym, saying she wanted to sleep with me! It took me a good ten minutes to get rid of her, and she left with a scowl. Coming up into the gym, people were starting morning training. It felt kinda like a 'walk of shame' strolling in there having not even slept yet.
There's not long left here now, so I have to make the most of these last few days. It is a wierd feeling, kind of mixed emotions. I do miss a few things and people at home, and it will be good to see everyone again. However, I know I am going to miss this place badly. It has been the experience of a lifetime and one in which I have learned a great deal- about myself, people and the world. I will certainly be back.

Sunday 1 December 2013

In the deep end...

They say you learn more from a loss then a win, especially in your first fight. Back home, Master Chana always says he doesn't mind if you win or lose, it's more important to put on a good fight and show heart, and this is something I strongly agree with. Well, my first ever muay thai fight this past Friday- in Bangla stadium, Phuket- was one hell of a learning experience...
With no training Thursday or Friday, and not wanting to expend too much energy doing anything else, I was left with plenty of time to consider what I was getting into. My only fight experience so far consisted of a few interclubs- basically rough sparring with fighters from other gyms using padding- but now I was making the leap up to full thai rules: 5x3min rounds, all techniques allowed including elbows. I had no idea who I would be fighting, but even if I did it would have just been a face and a name, I wouldn't know anything about him. Fights in Thailand are often subject to last minute changes, as I was about to find out.
I had little else to do the day of the fight, so I had a sleep in, helped myself to a big breakfast and sat around watching TV. In Bangla, the fights start around 9pm and its entirely possible to end up fighting around 11-12pm, so it was important to ensure I had sufficient sleep and food during the day. Unable to sleep in the afternoon, I watched the rest of the gym training. In the space of about an hour my mood went from nervous, to pumped (prompting a brief bout of light shadow boxing) to strangely calm, accepting whatever was about to come.
At 8pm we piled into the minivan- myself, Ruslan (a 19 year old Russian who was also fighting), the corner team of Sinbi trainers and a bunch of other students coming along to support us. I claimed a solitary seat by the window, feeling the need to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I'm usually not the chattiest of people, and this was not a point I had any desire to engage in smalltalk. As we pulled up in front of the stadium, the nerves hit with force, but they went away once we had entered the stadium and settled in the changing room- a small room next to the toilets, with one side half open to the stands. The changing room contained a few wooden tables, painted blue or red, and a rack of old looking 8 ounce boxing gloves, also blue or red. We were given a short form to fill out, then informed that Ruslan would be fight number five, myself number seven. I noticed on the list of fights that I was listed as Australian, which didn't surprise me but was amusing, given that according to all the posters around town I was Russian, even though I am English. It's just a ploy from the promoters to get more people into the stadium, with a high number of visitors to Phuket being Russian. I guess there was a decent Australian contingent there on the night, hence the change.
My opponent was set to be a Belgian, whose name I cannot remember. However, when he arrived and they stood us shoulder to shoulder, it was obvious he was significantly bigger and heavier. Weigh-ins are rare here, with fighters often just matched by eye. A flurry of Thai went between both sets of trainers, with both of us left standing there wondering what the hell was being said and if we were going to be fighting each other. The Belgian was led away but returned minutes later, with the promoter, and we were stood shoulder to shoulder for comparison again. Another flurry of unrecognisable words followed, until one of the trainers pulled me aside and said I wouldn't be fighting him. Several minutes later Dave- the Sinbi video guy- told me I would be fighting a Thai, a trainer from another gym. I was a little shocked- I never expected my first fight to be against a professional Thai fighter, who had probably been doing this since he was a young child. The thought of pulling out never entered my mind though- I was here to fight, felt confident and the last thing I wanted to do was cause the gym and my trainers to lose face. Besides, it transpired the guy hadn't fought in several years, and hadn't been expecting to fight so had not been training himself. I was also slightly bigger, though not much. My only thought was fuck it, I might never get another chance to fight a Thai!
The trainers wrapped our hands- mine done in slightly different styles by two different trainers, Jack and Bee- and given the usual pre-fight rub down of Thai liniment oil and vaseline.
Ruslan was called into the ring, and I found a spot just outside the changing room to watch. He fought well- this also being his first muay Thai fight- but unfortunately lost in the second round via leg kicks. With my fight coming after the next one, the trainers wrapped the silk Sinbi muay thai entrance cloak around my shoulders, and placed the sacred mong-kon headwear on me. A rush of adrenaline filled my body- not nervy or worried, simply confident and focused- and we made our way down to ringside. There are no flashy entrances in most Thai stadiums, the next fighters simply sit on a plastic chair by their corner whilst the preceding fight takes place. It's a wierd feeling, knowing that as soon as this fights ends, it is your turn. Especially considering fights can end in seconds. The fight before mine ended up going the distance, and as the final bell for the end of he fifth round rang my stomach clenched tight. Here we go.
Pausing by the steps to the ring for Jack to say a quick prayer- one of many traditions and rituals embedded in muay thai- I climbed less than gracefully over the top rope and into the ring. Another tradition is that fighters must go over the top rope to ensure his feet (considered dirty in Thai culture) never go above their head (considered sacred). The cloak was removed and the ref pulled us both into the centre to touch gloves. We went back into our corners and the distinctive, thin piping music that plays throughout all fights began. The wai kru ram muay is a traditional ritualistic dance that all fighters do before the fight commences, paying respects to their trainers. There are countless ram muays, running from the short and simple to the complex and intricately graceful, and each gym will often have their own. Before the fight I decided that, with enough things to worry about, it would be best to keep it simple and do the most basic- walking slowly around the edge of the ring to symbolically seal it, and then kneeling down facing my corner and bowing my head down three times. The ram muay is also designed to give the fighter a last opportunity to collect their thoughts and find a place of calm in their minds. Muay Thai is not about fighting with anger- it requires a cool head to find the rhythm and correct technique to execute good muay thai.
Standing, I returned to my corner and dipped my head for Jack to remove the mong-kon with another short prayer. He offered me a final sip of water, flicking some on my face and body, before the ref pulled me back to the middle of the ring. The bell sounded for the commencement of the first round, and we touched gloves once more. And just like that, my first fight was under way. I was half expecting my opponent to charge in and try to finish the fight quickly- although that's not the usual Thai style, he hadn't been training and was likely to tire in the later rounds. My plan was to start slowly, keep everything tight for the first couple rounds and then attack more as he slowed.
Quicker than I anticipated, he darted forward and before a punch or kick could be thrown, we were in the clinch- possibly the last place you want to be fighting a Thai. A few knees were thrown as we grappled for position, but nothing serious landed before the ref pulled us apart. It is strange how your memory works after a fight- you remember flashes of it rather than a continuous event, with things often recalled in the wrong order or even differently to how it actually happened. We mainly exchanged kicks during the first round, and I distinctly remember the feeling after I landed one sweet, strong kick clean to his ribs. If I can stay out of the clinch and do more of that, I thought, I might be able to beat this guy. With the round close to an end, he deftly brought us back into the clinch and landed a strong, sharp straight knee right in my gut. I don't remember it hurting too much, but the energy drained right out of me. Thankfully, the round ended before he could press the advantage, and I walked over to my corner. Sitting on the stool, Tun and Jack began rubbing my arms and legs vigorously and poured icy water all over me. Meanwhile, Fhad spoke rapidly from the side of the ring, telling me again and again to go forward and throw hard punches before I kicked.
The bell rang for the second round, and we came to the centre of the ring and touched gloves again. The ref signalled us to fight. Forward, punch hard, kick, I thought to myself. I landed some good punches, but he started to reply with elbows. Fuck, gotta be careful with those elbows, I thought after one flashed by my face. I thought it had missed, but moments later realized I could see a black swelling in the corner of my eye. Watching the fight back on video, I can see an elbow land pretty cleanly and knock me back, but I don't remember that at all. Looking to finish the fight quickly, he pressed forward and we clinched again. Here his strength and experience told, as he controlled me in the clinch and landed some hard knees. At this point, I started to head towards survival mode. This guy was in good condition, was clearly very good and obviously far more experienced than me. He aso started to pull out the flashy stuff, launching a Saenchai style cartwheel kick that I managed to avoid. The crowd cheered and suddenly I just let out a big smile and a laugh, nodding at my opponent. A jumping down elbow came soon after, and I was very relived to avoid that too as it can be a very powerful technique, driving the point of the elbow down on the top of the head with all your weight behind it. He managed to sweep me a couple times-first from the clinch and then by faking a kick and instead kicking out my right leg as I raised my left to block it. As I got back to my feet I thought to myself, it's ok, you're still completely in this, the round is nearly over and you can get back on the attack in the third. The ref had other ideas, however, stepping between us, placing one hand on my shoulder and waving the other above my head to signal a stop to the fight. Thai refs will not hesitate to stop a fight if one side is clearly outmatched in order to avoid them getting more hurt. I was surprised and disappointed, but at the same time sort of relieved that it was over and I wasn't particularly hurt.
My opponent came up to me and wrapped his arms around me, thanking me and apologizing at the same time. I returned my own thanks, getting down on my knees and bowing my head to the floor before him in a traditional sign of respect. He immediately followed suit and we shared another hug. It's funny how as soon as a fight ends, you go from wanting to hurt someone to being their new best friend. It is something I love about combat sports and particularly muay thai- respect and honour are at the core of martial arts.
The trainers told me not to worry about the fight, that I did well  and that my opponent had clearly had a lot of fights. It later transpired he had around 200 fights, and used to fight in the big Bangkok stadiums regularly! Dave said it was one of the worst mismatches he had seen- and I imagine you would see a lot here. The next day the gym owner, Sinbi Taewoong, apologised for the match up, but I was happy- I had shown the balls, confidence and physical and mental toughness to get into the ring with an experienced Thai fighter on my first fight. Not many people can lay claim to that! Sometimes, the best way to learn to swim is to jump in the deep end.
Back in the changing room, Tun and Bee started pulling my gloves off as Jack pressed a piece of ice to my eye. Only now did I begin to realise the extent of the injury there, and that it was most likely the reason the ref stopped the fight- another strong elbow there and it could have caused a nasty cut in a bad place, right under the eye. My body was full of adrenaline, and as I was given a few moments alone to continue icing my eye, I could not help but let a huge dumb smile cross my face. I was almost laughing at myself. I had done something I would never forget, and proven to myself that I belong in the ring and in muay thai. Thrown in at the deep end, there is now no reason for any opponent back home to hold any fear for me. This has been the icing on the cake for what has been a simply incredible experience. Thailand is an amazing country and coming here is without a doubt one of, if not the, greatest thing I have ever done in my life. I will certainly be back.
With the fight done, it was time to kick back and relax, enjoy a few beers and celebrate this defining moment in my life. But that will have to wait for the next post...

Thursday 28 November 2013

The Time Approaches

It is almost time- in less than 24 hours I should be in Bangla stadium, Patong, waiting to go into the ring and go to war with someone for five 3 minute rounds. It will be my first proper muay thai fight, and unlike back home where you go through different levels, it will be full thai rules. However it goes, this is going to be one hell of an experience.
The training here at Sinbi has been tough- twice a day, 6 days a week, about 4.5 hours a day total (not including going for runs), but that is exactly what is needed. This is a tough and gruelling sport- physical fitness, conditioning and mental toughness are paramount. I'm feeling pretty confident- win or lose I don't mind so much, I just want to make a good fight.
On Wednesday morning I had another private session with Tun, in part to allow the Sinbi camera guy Dave to film me training for my video- a short highlight montage of my fight and training here. It should look good, with shots of me hitting the pads and bags, sparring, clinching, running on the beach and doing strength work as well as my fight. Dave is a cool guy who has been here for 5 years (not jealous at all) and only goes home for Christmas. I'm beginning to think I need to find a job that will let me stay here permanently.
During the private session Tun informed me that he intends to place a 1,000 baht bet (around 20 pound) on me for my fight- I'm flattered by the confidence and intend to use it as extra motivation when I'm tired and hurt. Gambling is a huge part of muay thai- one of the only times it is actually legal here- and a big part of the great atmosphere at the fights in Thailand is the gamblers going crazy and shouting on their guy. It's not uncommon for gamblers to try to motivate fighters by offering them money for turning around a fight they are losing, or to reward those who have won them money with a cut of their winnings.
That night three of the lads from Sinbi were fighting at Bangla- Paul and Hector from Mexico, and Miguel from Peru. I have sparred and clinched with all three and become quite friendly with them, so decided to go along to support them. It also seemed like a good opportunity to get a feel for the venue and see how it all works before I go there myself,so it isn't all new when I will be nervous as hell already. It was a good night of fights- Bangla may not entertain the same quality of fighters as say the Lumpinee or Rajadamnoern in Bangkok, but it was fun nontheless. Miguel won his fight via leg kicks, with his opponent unable to come out for the fourth round, but Paul and Hector both lost on points. They both fought well though, and should be proud of themselves.
The promoters here seem to have a thing about getting the fighters nationalities wrong- Miguel was advertised as from the UK, Paul from Australia and Hector from France. During Paul's fight the commentator even shouted out "ozzy ozzy ozzy!!" For my own fight, I am being advertised as Russian! Apparently, this is all a trick by the promoters to try and bring more people into the fights- a huge proportion of the tourists here are Russian.
Today I did virtually nothing- as ordered by the trainers, my day consisted of eating and sleeping. After a lie in- as much as one can get living yards from the gym- I had breakfast and went for a massage. There is an awesome massage place literally 30 seconds from the gym, offering proper sports massages with a discount for muay thai students. The lady there worked me from head to toe, cracking my back, toes and fingers and rubbing away the aches and pains of training. Afterwards , I felt awesome. The delicious ginger tea they give you afterwards is an added bonus. At 300 baht a time (about a tenth of the price back home) you really can't complain. The massage had the added effect of making me sleepy again, so I got an extra few hours.
With little else to do, I watched the afternoon training, which included two young kids about 6 years old- one thai, one felang- having an enthusiastic spar. Sinbi Taewoong- the gym owner- pulled me aside to check my weight for the fight. I asked him if he knew who I was fighting, but he had no idea. Typical Thailand. It doesn't matter- whoever it is, I will be doing my best to make sure it's my hand that is raised, preferably before the full five rounds are completed.
Afterwards, a few of us headed out for some dinner to a place called Brown Rice, which we had heard good things about. I have been unimpressed by the portion sizes in a couple of the places we had been to previously and wanted to make sure I stocked up on carbs, so asked if they could do me a big portion of pad thai. I was duly obliged with a huge and tasty plateful, and wasn't even charged any extra- a filling, tasty and healthy meal for a mere 50 baht. The other guys wanted to head out to a cool reggae bar by the beach we found last week, but knowing what was to come I decided to go home and chill for the night. There will be plenty of time to party once his fight is done.

Saturday 23 November 2013

When in Rome...

So, my plan on coming here was to just train and do a bit of holiday. I had no intention of fighting, giving that my current ring experience is just a handful of interclubs- 3x2 minute bouts with controlled power, shin pads and chest pads, and no winner. Over here, they don't bother with the tiered system we have back home- all fights are full thai rules, meaning 5x3 minutes, all muay thai techniques permitted including elbows. No pads at all are worn, so it's shin on shin contact.
After my first private session with Tun last week, he asked me if I wanted to fight, saying "you train strong, good power, good technique." I was pleased with the compliment but said I was unsure about fighting. However, after mulling it over for a few days and training alongside other guys who were taking fights- some of them their first ever fight too- I thought to myself, "screw it, why not." I may never get another chance to do this, as much as I am determined to come back to this amazing country again. You just never know what will happen in life, and I know I will regret not taking this opportunity should another one fail to arise. I have been training hard- not just here, but at home for the past couple years too- for this and I feel confident that I can do it. Either way, we will soon find out.
So I will now be fighting on Friday 29th November at Bangla stadium here in Phuket, along with another guy from Sinbi, a Russian lad named Arslan. This meant that the past week has been dedicated to nothing but training, each day following the same routine- wake around 6 am to go running, morning training at 7.30, than eat and sleep. Wake again around 2.30 for afternoon training, eat and sleep. Repeat. The trainers are pushing me hard too- every session includes about 20 minutes of clinching and ends with 200 knees and 200 teeps (push kicks) on the heavy bag. It's hard and it is taking a toll- my right knee swelled up a lot the other day and I have cuts on my feet and knuckles, but I am enjoying it. It isn't easy to turn down the offers of nights out in Patong, but I know I will savour the partying and fun times more when I have done this fight. I will have about 9 days afterwards to enjoy myself, so for now I am dedicating myself to the training. After all, I will be spending up to 15 minutes in a ring with someone trying to take my head off- it is only right to myself, the trainers and the gym that I put in everything I have. Trainer/fighter Nai made the point clear after I agreed to the fight, saying "you want fight, you no drink, no smoke, no boom boom, yes?!" He is a funny guy and a really cool dude, as well as a talented fighter, and I hope he will be there in my corner for the fight.
The weather here has been a bit shitty all week- gray and raining every day, though still warm. This has removed any temptation to hit the beach between sessions, which is probably a good thing as it's best to get some sleep when training this hard twice a day. I just hope it picks up again before I go- I want some beach time after my fight!
I won't lie and act the tough man- I am nervous. It is a fight, you can get hurt. But you have to go in with confidence, and I don't feel scared. I have worked hard for this and I know I won't give up. Is it gonna hurt? Yeah, most likely. Will it be an experience of a lifetime? Almost certainly. Will I regret it? No way! I don't overly care about winning or losing, I'm not doing this sport to build a record or make myself look tough. I'm here to challenge myself and see what I am truly made of, in a way that only fighting can show you. Besides, they say you learn more from a loss than a win, and that it may be better to lose your first fight than win it. Either way, I know I will come out of it a stronger, tougher and more confident person. If I have the balls and the self-confidence to do one of toughest, most gruelling sports in the world in the place where it was born, I can do anything I put my mind to. Coming here has already made me realise something important- yes, I can be the guy who goes out and does something incredible, life changing experiences are not just for other people. This will be the icing on the cake. I have long been plagued by the subconscious belief that doing things out of the ordinary was the preserve of others, that I wasn't confident enough, strong enough, good enough to do something amazing. I have already begun to prove myself wrong in this regard, and this is just the beginning.
Besides, as the say, when in Rome...

Sunday 17 November 2013

Sinbi Fight Night

So the eagerly anticipated Sinbi Fight Night was on Saturday. With no afternoon training we spent most of the day cruising around on the scooter, spending time at Nai Harn beach and Rawai fish market. On the way home we picked up a box of Chang beer- it tastes ok, is pretty strong and comes in some big ass bottles!! Claiming some great seats right by the red corner, we waited for the fights to start. In typical Thai fashion the fights started much later than advertised, even with the pre-recorded announcer repeating that they started at 8 even when it was nearly 9! The place didn't begin to fill up until around 8.30 though, but when it did the atmosphere became electric.
The first few fights were kids fights, with 2 of the young Sinbi fighters claiming victories. Another Sinbi fighter, Vicky, won the first adult fight via a sweet bodyshot that left her Thai opponent crumbled on the canvas. Things got even more serious with the 2 trainer/fighters from Sinbi taking on opponents from nearby gyms. Beer won a hard fought contest that was a back and forth battle against a confident opponent. After a bright start from his opponent though, Beer took control and managed to cut him with a slicing elbow. His opponent rallied hard but Beer held on for the decision win.
The fight of the night, though, was undoubtedly Nai Sinbimuaythai vs the so-called Mr Knockout from Lion muay thai. Apparently Nai was on a 5 ko streak, and his opponent had knocked out 25 of his 40 opponents. The bout was explosive from start to finish, both guys throwing big shots, but Nai looked the most dangerous and had a confident swagger about him. The Thais were going mental for this fight, and it was impossible not to get swept along in the energy f it all, shouting "oiee" every time your fighter landed a hit. The Thais who had bet on Nai were all crowded around the red corner, right where I was sat, and when one of them stood in my view he looked at me and said, "you cheering, you stand with us and shout." So up I went, shouting out even louder as the 4th round- the best round of the fight- went back and forth. Both guys took solid shots and suffered knockdowns, with Mr Knockout looking almost out on his feet as the round ended, lucky to make it to the bell. In the fifth, the pace slowed for the first few minutes until Nai put his opponent away with a barrage of punches. The crowd went wild!
In the final fight of the night, two heavyweights clashed in a big rematch, Christian from Argentina- representing Sinbi- and Big Joe from Australia. Apparently their first fight ended in a KO win for Christian, after both guys took several 8 counts. The mtutual respect for each others power was obvious, with the first round spent gingerly probing each other's defences. This continued in the second until the ref stepped in to tell them to up the ante, with the two obliging. Again, both guys took knockdowns, with Joe bleeding from the nose after a strong hook. The fight was abruptly halted when Christian somehow lost his groin guard, but after the restart to he put his opponent away with another brutal hook.
The Sinbi Fight Night was a rousing success, with the gym's fighters taking wins in virtually all of their fights. The electric atmosphere made it an event to remember.
The after party- in the Laguna nightclub- was almost as crazy. Fighters, trainers and students all drank and partied together, creating a great sense of family between everyone there. We crawled in around 4.30, leaving the nightclub still pumping behind us.
The next day I did literally nothing- waking up with a hangover after only 5 hours sleep and unable to fall back asleep due to the heat, I spent most of the day lounging around in bed. As night fell, I decided to get out for a little bit. My roommate was still laid up in bed, suffering from the squirts, so I headed out alone to the nearest food place for some green curry with squid. A quick drink at a local bar and a massage completed my night, and my first week in Thailand was done.

Saturday 16 November 2013

Starting to acclimatize

Training this morning was my best yet- for once I wasn't dying by the 3rd round of padwork! Tun- the trainer I did a private session with yesterday- immediately called me over to do padwork with him, hopefully this will be the standard as its so much better when you have the same person holding pads for you regularly as you get a real flow and rhythm together. I think doing the private at almost midday yesterday helped too- it's not quite as hot in the morning training which starts at 7.30!!
Last night Cameron and I decided to go for another mission on the scooter. We aimed to reach Patong but ended up in Kata, and then stumbled on the Lon Krongthoy festival- dozens of stalls selling loads of different foods and a plethora of cheap- and more often than not, fake- goods. The quality of the fakes was pretty good though, and the prices really low.
After training today a bunch of people from the gym went for breakfast at the Kombat Kafe, a place aimed specifically at fighters. I had protein pancakes with bannanas and honey, and my first cup of tea since arriving here. As I expected, it wasn't quite the same as the tea at home. We then headed down to Nai Harn beach for a bit, before heading off on another scooter mission which took us deep into some crazy Phuket traffic, before we came upon a fish market right by the sea. Here the fish comes straight off the boat, to the market stalls where you can then take it across the road to a restaurant who will cook it for you. We didn't eat there this time but will be coming back.
Tonight is the Sinbi Fight Night- with the fights taking lace literally yards from my room. Gonna be a blast- muay thai, good company and a few beers, doesn't get much better than that!

Thursday 14 November 2013

Upping the tempo

My plan on coming here was to train only once a day for the first week or so as I acclimatized. That didn't last long. After morning training yesterday I decided to just chill for the day, but after a couple hours just reading and watching tv, I decided to hit the afternoon session too. Well, I don't think I was ready for that! After the usual warm up I did 8 rounds of sparring, with the trainers insisting that we continue through the breaks on every other round. After about 3 rounds I felt utterly fucked, and I hadn't even hit a bag or pad yet! It also seems that some people have differing ideas of what 'light' sparring entails...
After sparring I spent a couple rounds sat down trying to recover, before I was called into the ring for some padwork. I think the trainer must have noticed my tiredness, as he had me do 4 short rounds that were focused on technique rather than intensity. I managed to get through these ok, then hit the bag for a few rounds, but by this point I was utterly spent. During the cool down and stretching I was silently begging them to hurry up as all I wanted to do was get under a cold shower and pass out!
After monging out for a while I went out for some food, settling on a small place nearby called King Kong Burger, which I have eaten at a few times now. Although I am certainly loving the cheap and tasty Thai food, my belly was crying out for something fatty so a burger and chips was the order of the day- I reckon i earnt that burger!!
I have also decided to stay at Sinbi for the duration of my time here- I think I will gain more by staying and forging good relationships with the trainers rather than starting over again at another gym in a week or two. I still want to try out a couple of the other gyms I have been looking at, and may just do a few private sessions with them when I fancy a bit of a change up. I will be looking at doing some Muay Boran- the ancient battlefield techniques that was the predecessor to Muay Thai- at Yudtajak gym
Today I did a private session with Tun- I picked him as he had come to me on my first day and started teaching me stuff, and he seems a really nice guy. We focused on padwork this time, and he taught me a few little tricks including an nice little move to use against punchers that is simple, effective and low risk. You just need the timing to get it right, so will have to keep working on that. Between rounds he was massaging my arms and back and stretching my hamstrings over his shoulder- I've seen corner men do this at fights and now I see why, it really helps.
My room mate, Cameron from NZ, hired a scooter today so we went for a razz down to Nai Harn beach where he showed me how to body surf- good fun and some of the waves that come in there are beast!!
Tomorrow night is the Sinbi Fight Night- a big event they only do a few times a year, with students and trainers from the gym facing off against other gyms in he area. The fights are actually in the gym here which is convenient, and I'm buzzing that the timing has come in great for me to see the event. Should be awesome.
My shins are feeling a little banged up so I think tomorrow I will do training without kicks, then its time for some fun- fights and maybe  few beers!!

Wednesday 13 November 2013

first 2 sessions at sinbi muay thai

yesterday i hit the afternoon session at sinbi. the session started with skipping followed by laps of the gym and finally group stretching. honestly, i was pouring sweat just after this warm up. shadow boxing followed- within moments a trainer had come to me and started t o make adjustments, mainly to my stance. after 2 rounds of shadow people moved to bag and pad work. as this was my first session I- along with 3 other new people including 2 total beginners- went over basic techniques with one of the trainers, who changed the way i throw a hook. 2 rounds of bag work and 4 rounds on the pads followed- the pad work stuck to the very basics but i suffered due to the humidity. after that i was kinda left to it, so after taking a bit of time to recover my energy i went to practice leg kicks on the long bag. the session ended soon after, and I quickly showered and changed before heading out in search of food. i ate at a small cafe- a delicious green curry with rice. afterwards i decided to go for a wander, but was soon enticed into a massage. before you all make the obvious jokes, no, there was no happy ending ha! though as i left a Swedish guy first of all told me I could have her for the night for 1,000 baht (about 20 quid), then tried to tell me where i could buy some weed- this is Thailand- everything is for sale for the right price!

the massage was amazing, and afterwards i felt looser and more relaxed than i have in a long time- the perfect remedy to the stress if recent weeks!

today i hit the morning session. the same warm up, then i was told to jump in one of the gyms 2 rings for pad work. my first impression was that the canvas on the ring was ridiculously slippery, and it hadn't even  been sweat on yet! i finished 5 rounds of padwork, expanding on techniques more than the previous day. one thing i noticed compared to at home- when these guys throw kicks at you to block, it is a hell of a lot harder to see it coming, they don't give anything away! i struggled through 5 more rounds on the bag, starting to feel the heat, but that was a holiday compared to what came next- 1 minute intervals of continuous punches or kicks on the bag, interspersed with squats and push ups, then a drill where you clinched with a partner and threw alternating knees for a couple rounds. finally, we worked a technique where your partner goes for a skip knee and you push them back off balance so you can counter. a very simple yet effective technique, but one that will require good timing and an ability to read your opponent to use in a fight

after training, it was time to hit he beach! I asked Gob, the Thai lady working in the office, directions to the nearest beach and she offered to drive me there which was a nice touch. Nai Harn beach is just a couple miles from the gym and it is incredible! wary of burning my pasty white ass, I spent just a couple hours there including another massage- those things are addictive! getting a massage from the experts with the sun shining around you and the sound of the sea in your ears is the way to go

as tempted as i was to jump straight into training 2x a day, i knew that wasn't a good idea and i was already feeling tired, so instead i had an early tea- a chicken salad at the Kombat Kafe- it is so easy to eat healthily here! on a less healthy note, I also found some Thai donuts in tesco. if you know me you will probably be aware that donuts are my achilles heel, but i think I have earned these ones!

Monday 11 November 2013

arriving in phuket

so the time has finally come, and i am here in Phuket, Thailand, at Sinbi muay thai

the journey was actually much easier than i anticipated- this being my first time traveling solo, i was expecting the going through the airports to be stressful, probably based on it seeming that way during family holidays as a kid

i have to say Etihad were superb- everything about the flight was comfortable and professional. the only thing was i struggled to sleep, but i always do when traveling. the second leg, from Abu Dhabi to phuket with air berlin, was less enjoyable. it didn't help that the guy in front of me kept letting out horrendous farts whilst the guy beside me snored loudly pretty much from take off. but at least i got some sleep- about 2 hours leading up to landing, leaving me with the realisation that i really needed a shit and the seat belt light had just come on. oh well

getting through Thai customs was a breeze, until i was mobbed by taxi drivers at the exit. however, Sinbi had sent a driver to pick me up so i just ignored them. just over an hour drive and i arrived at the gym around 8. i was starving, so immediately set out to find some food. just down the road i found a little restaurant and had a delicious spicy chicken with cashews and rice. a bit more wandering took me to a shop, where i stocked up on munch and water and, in desperate need of sleep, headed back to the gym to crash out

i woke around 6 to the sound of a nearby rooster. after a little while i headed out to get some essentials and find some breakfast. this consisted of some wierd but tasty fried bread things and an apple, which i munched while watching the morning session at the gym. i am going to hit the afternoon session, can't wait to get cracking

Sunday 10 November 2013

Packed and ready to go

So I'm all packed and, other than last minute technology problems, ready to go. Flight leaves in about 7 hours

Thursday 24 October 2013

the time approaches....

Tickets are booked, time off work arranged, gym picked, suitcase bought...the time approaches when I will begin my journey from the UK to Phuket, Thailand.

Twenty days to go, the nerves are setting in, all kinds of thoughts running through my head- why am I doing this? Is it a good idea? Will I get by on my own in a foreign country and culture?

I have never been out of the country by myself before, so this is a big step. It's exciting and scary at the same time.

I know these doubts are a normal reaction to doing something as potentially life-changing as training muay thai in Thailand. You might even say that the scariness of it means I am doing something right.

Well, we will soon find out...