Met up with Dr. Raj for a Guinness at the local Irish Pub (it was awful) and met up with Natalie, went for a few beers and then Martin and I took the ladies to the karaoke. The following evening we all piled into a taxi and with a huge crate of beers drove up into the mountains for a party. The Dutch hippies I met while trekking followed my invitation so that was good to see them, we lit fire balloons for luck. On the way up we were roaring along the freeway in the 10 seater taxi, the kind with open sides and 2 bench seats that face each other. Suddenly, approaching the taxi from the rear appears this tuk-tuk hammering along at breakneck speed. The driver donning italian gangster style shades and a huge beer gut starts to overtake. So Irish Dennis passes his bottle of Heineken across to him, the bloke takes it, remarks "thank you very much", in perfect English and takes a huge swig and roars away doing at least 110 k's an hour. We were all laughing hard but mainly due to the look of sheer panic on the face of the female farang in the back of this thing.