late night impromptu swim

It was my first night in Ayuthaya and i was sitting at an open-air cafe on the main street of the backpacker district. exhausted from the 4 hour non-air conditioned bus ride from Kanchanaburi, i thought i would take it easy and just have a drink. I had met two people from Los Angeles and we were sitting around a picnic-style table next to the road playing cards; a modified version of go fish with a drinking clause attached to each turn.
i was drunk.
it had not been my intention to become drunk, but Brooke and Brian had spent the last few days trekking around to different temples, museums, and just being generally touristy, and decided to take a night off and make an event of it. So be it.
Suddenly, i had the urge to use the internet. So i stood up, stated my intentions, and strolled across the street to the guest house on the other side.
The main level of Tony's place is a large, open, multileveled patio, complete with hammocks, dark wooded, heavy furniture, and pools containing carp. Over the next few days i would spend a fair amount of time here; laying in a hammock reading, eating, and taking advantage of the row of coin-operated computer terminals, which was my goal at the moment.
i sat down at a computer with my back to the outer wall, inserted a coin and went about my business. I wrote an email to Leanna and was relieved the next day to see that it was actually quite coherent.
at some point during my computer usage, the lights on the patio were turned out. Closing time.
But because there is no actual door to the street, the computers remain accessible all night. However, had i wanted a sandwich, i would have been shit out of luck. Fortunately this was not the case. (i digress)
The coin box beside the monitor beeped at me, signaling that my time was almost up. Satisfied that i had no further business to conduct, i stood up to leave.
i moved slowly, trying not to bump into anything, feeling my way for the main path that leads to the street. My vision was impaired, partly due to the darkness (obvious, idiot) but mostly due to the 20 minutes of sitting in front of a blazing computer screen.
but i was almost out. i found what appeared to be stairs leading to the main path. confident that i was headed the right way, i picked up the pace, bounding down the stairs in my usual fashion. as i reached the bottom step, i noticed that it was dark and looked strange. but it was too late. My foot left the last stair and the other prepared for the ground contact that would never come.
I suddenly found myself waist deep in water, having slammed my right knee and hand into the concrete that formed the outer edge of the carp pool. upon contact i let out an involuntary, and more than slightly audible "FUCK!!"
As i clambered out of the pool i noticed a figure standing in the middle of the corridor leading to the bathroom in the back. I can only imagine her shock, and amusement, as i limped, soaking wet and cursing into the street.