Still Day 4. But it's nearly over.

Well well well, past half way! Shibby! There are 2 people here contemplating stopping after day 6 (uh no, I am not one of them...) and it does make you think along the lines of "I don't HAVE to do this to myself", but fret not, my resolve isn't wavering because I am BACK! Past the anguish of day 3 and 4, and now it's much easier. No more headaches and aching joints. I wouldn't go as far as to say easy peasy, but definitely easier and peasier. The full 7 (and a very crucial half) days will be completed.

I just had 'dinner' with nice people from ... guess where - though they did leave 6 years ago for Honkers, which they technically call home now. Anyway, I took evidence of my dinner, which is a bowl of what they call 'broth' which is actually a bowl of brown water that vegetables have been boiled in at some point. And the ubiquitous coconut. And I ordered a side of fresh herbs that you can then float in the broth and eat around:

Oh - Sean also took photo of me looking pleased to be eating this smorgasbord of delights, which is plainly a trick of the light, with Pamela taking the P out of me in the background:

Today has been extra-rainy, and therefore (just to please Mrs A) extra-froggy. Not that I've seen one yet, but I can hear them going full tilt. I am THAT nerd, walking back from dinner with my torch - so would you be if you'd had a nearly-breaking-neck-slipping-on-frog incident. They are super-slippery little sods.

I have committed to getting myself OUT of bed to go to yoga at 7.30am tomorrow - no more sleeping in - and I am also going to head out to a thai boxing soiree on Friday night. Please Lord don't let anyone be selling chicken satay there. That's the only thing that I swear I would kill for. OK - kill is a strong word. Maim. Definitely there will be maiming.

buenas noches

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