I could write an entire travel guide to the various canvases of Thailand: at the Muay Thai Institute it’s springy but smelly; at Fight Lab it’s soft but non - absorbent; in Koh Samui it has the best views down to the ocean; and at The Siam, it feels like velvet.
Twenty years ago – the last time I was in Thailand – most of my fellow UK travellers were rich kids gazing at the cashmere lint in their navels, squaddies on benders and creepy Radio 1 DJ types. Back then you avoided the few oddballs who came to learn Muay Thai: weedy kids who’d watched too many Van Damme films and thought rat - infested accommodation and one - handed press - ups were character building.
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