Previous related post To train or not to train? Part I
Our stay in Chiang Mai (2009) was coming to an end and it was time to head back to Bangkok. There weren’t flights leaving soon enough so we weighed up the cost of a later departure & hotel versus an overnight train. Of course the train won. I made it quite clear that I was willingly doing this under protest...meaning the ball was in my court regarding our mode of transport. So, we went ahead and booked our tickets at the hotel we were staying at.
Apparently he’s been drinking his first pee of the day for about 30 years and swears by it. Both Stray and I could vaguely remember hearing about urine therapy over the years and have since learned that it’s also part of the Jainism religion. However, it’s NOT THEIR OWN that they drink.....aaahhhgggg!
Our seats were now bunks, made up by the carriage attendant in our absence. I climbed the ladder to the upper bunk and did a quick costume change under the sheet. Anything to avoid the scary bathroom areas on the train, which H. informed us, was nearly 30 years old...and looked every bit of it. Maybe a good dose of urine therapy was in order?
Stray sat down on H’s bunk and they played a few hands of cards, while I came to the realisation I was lying directly under an air conditioning duct, which was not unlike braving an arctic wind. It’s always disconcerting when one finds someone else's food wrappers down the side of one’s bed. I climbed down and commandeered the lower bed and went through the motions of sleeping for about 8 hours.
With my eyes burning and Stray revived after a solid night’s sleep we disembarked at Bangkok station. We were quickly confronted by young people wearing florescent orange vests, asking ‘where are you going?’, a phrase you’ll hear about twenty times a day from the tuk tuk drivers. Too tired to put up any resistance I blurted out 'Silom Road'. One of the young Thais gave us an estimate of how much our taxi fare should cost, before we were pounced upon by the cab drivers laying in wait just outside the main entrance. A thoughtful service for those not in the know!
At our hotel, I sleep, while Stray goes out to find his regular THERAPUTIC massage. One of the many pleasures of holidaying in Thailand.
Stray still tells people about H. and the urine therapy thing, at which time I usually try and change the subject....because he’s also going to tell them that he actually wouldn’t mind trying it!
Disclaimer - To train or not to train? postings are written out of context and with slight tongue in cheek. They are in no way reflective of my TOTAL experiences in that country, which have all been fantastic.
to be continued...