On fire

Cannot feel own face. Entire top half of body numb. I am sitting in Bangkok airport trying to eat some nuclear Green beef curry. At least I think that's what I ordered, I can't really see the plate through what's left of my streaming eyes. This is going to come back and bite me in the @ss, literally.

So. Here goes. It all kicked off yesterday in a very inauspicious manner. I was due to fly at 21.45 last night, however at 3pm was at the doctors with a kidney infection. As I pleaded for the strongest drugs going, she told me that if the shaking and hot+colding continued I should go to hospital for IV antibiotics. Needless to say I informed her that I was off to Heathrow for 15 hours of flying to have a holiday featuring 7.5 days of no food at all. Ha ha. Like hell. I could recount the rivetting tale of Flight From Hell, but let's just say I'm here now, and the tremors have almost totally stopped. It's 33 degrees (at 6pm) and I'm starting to get excited. Little-flight to Samui, then I arrive at my home for the next 10 days.

I got caught up in a procession of saffron-robed monks while trying to get to domestic departures. I was trying to chivvy them along but then noticed the delay was caused by the people kneeling by the sides of the walkway, handing them garlands of flowers and waiting to be blessed. It was quite a noisy spectacle, as head monk had a loudspeaker, and wasn't afraid to use it.

Off to pay the 75p price tag for my dinner. Sri Nam in the wharf: Take Note!

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