Day 4 - Wednesday

After the troublesome night, this is a tiring day. Helen skips the morning yoga, but the colonics go on. And the consumption of tablets and mixtures is running smoothly. I think we can hardly believe we have made it this far... By midday today, we will pass the halfway mark. Fabulous! We are already starting to talk about we what we will have when the fasting ends on Sunday morning. Apparently, you can't rush out and have a Burger King Double Whopper (oooooooh, just the thought of it!) as your stomach cannot handle it. We will follow their advice and start off with a 'breakfast' of papaya, yoghurt and honey at the SPA. Sounds delicious...but we need to stop thinking about that now.

We have been having a running battle with the veg broths that we have every day. They have different 'flavours' - but they all taste like nothing. It is as if they just dragged some veggies through some boiling water. Helen likes the potato skin broth (not a hint of the actual skin inside), while I like the power broth, which is heavily garlic. You can buy some additional vegetables (garlic, coriander, lemongrass, etc) but it doesn't really make that much difference. You can't actually chew the veggies, they are just there for the flavour. But it is a different taste, and we treat it like a slap-up dinner every night.

In the afternoon we take a drive around the island. We visit the Big Buddha. Helen gets out to inspect it, but I remain firmly in the car. I am actually just too tired to climb all those stairs. We check out a ferry pier as we have intentions of doing a day trip to the nearby island of Phangan. We also sneak in to see the new Four Seasons Resort on the island. What a magnificent view it has. But the moment we drive up to the entrance, we are surrounded by guards and staff, all ready to welcome us to this exclusive retreat. So, we don't even get out of the car - we just make a beeline out. But we can say we have seen it!

We also take a drive to an alleged viewpoint on the mountain. A lovely picturesque road ends up in the most appalling track and we have to backtrack down the mountain again. All this monkeying around serves one purpose - to kill time and stop us thinking about food.

In the evening, we take the Irish girl (her name is Trudy) along with us to the Chaweng massage parlour. Helen has a facial and I have my feet scraped. Once again, tiredness starts overwhelming us by 8.30 and we have to head back to the hotel and slumberland. Fabulously, marvellously, incredibly, we are past the halfway mark. Without even a sniff of bacon and eggs, spaghetti bolognaise, lambs chops or mango ice cream......aah, the thought of it makes me quite weak. How have we managed? I really don't know. But we have.