What's next?

We have the Lonely Planet books with us and they are well written to pique your interest in the many destinations and laid out so that you feel you know a place before you even get there. We keep the books in the bathroom for reading. Victor has discovered a few places he would like us to visit. We are both spending a good deal of time in the bathroom, not necessarily for the reading.

We are not feeling well. Victor believes his malaise is the result of using ice in our freezer that was probably made with water from the sink instead of bottled water. Apparently the ice tray had that look not so much of someone making ice as someone cleaning the ice tray and returning it to the freezer for lack of somewhere better to put the tray. What froze was the water drops from the rinsing. For some reason this did not stop Victor from using the ice. He paid for this chilling over the next two days.

I think I just have sympathy illness and make it to the pharmacy for a little pepto-bismol type medicine. I am soon back on my feet and find it empowering to be the one to "head out" for the day, planning to return "whenever" with something that will make Victor feel better. The first trip is quick and necessarily so, toilet paper, soda water, saltine crackers...all the things mom taught us we needed for ailments of the digestive sort.

Later I try to go out and enjoy a bit of the city, but it is too hot and not nearly as pleasurable on my own. I stop in the internet cafe and blog for a bit and return home with reinforcements. We have a early and light evening.

By the end of the next day we are both well back on our feet and Victor has a whole plan for what is next on our itinerary: Chiang Mai, Pai, Burmese Massage...