I found myself a very nice and very cheap hotel, from where I arranged to have a look at a house available for rent just outside the city. The house is perfect - only 30 minutes by bus to Khao San Road (major bus interchange, the only reason I go there) but a world away from the noise and pollution of Bangkok. So here we are, out in the boonies in a tiny Thai village where nobody speaks a word of English and we're very much a novelty. Better still, it's close to the Southern Bus Terminal, where I had to go to meet Peter off the 5.30am bus from Trang last Monday morning, and from where we can get a bus straight to the airport for our flight in 3 and a bit weeks.
My hands and arms up to the elbow are currently black and blue from nurses trying to find veins to inject antibiotics for the last 7 days, but it does seem to be working. I'm finally starting to feel a bit better, although I still have no appetite at all I'm putting a bit of weight back on. I look pretty much like a scarecrow. Had to buy some new clothes when I arrived here to make myself look respectable, and they're hanging off me already. Hopefully I'll fill them out a bit over the next 3 weeks before we hit England, or my mum will be trying to fatten me up like the Christmas turkey. Appetite or not, we've been in Asia for months and have got used to eating the much smaller portions of food that they serve here than we ever have at home. I honestly think if we go to a Chinese for curry and rice, we'd struggle to eat one between us. I think if we go out we'll have to stick to sharing one plate between us or eating from the kids' menu. I fancied a burger a when I first arrived here, and got a Junior Whopper and chips (a kiddies meal) - couldn't finish off the chips I was so stuffed. Not sure how I'm going to convince mum that we just can't eat the 'normal' sized portions of food any more.
Peter got his dates mixed up - the last round of the football season wasn't last Sunday, it's tomorrow. The house we're renting is so cheap we're going to play hookie for the night. I have an appointment to see the doctor again on Monday morning, so we're going to go into town and find us a cheap hotel for the night on Sukumvit near a bar with a big screen TV so Peter can watch the football (somehow I doubt Middlesboro will be the televised match, given that the title is a cliff hanger between Chelsea and Manchester United) and we can get ourselves into the book exchange shops for some new reading material.
Maybe in the next couple of weeks we can play hookie again - go to Pattaya for a couple of days or the River Kwai or somewhere. Decisions decisions. Life is hard sometimes, isn't it?