This morning Carole was a bit tired, but feeling much better. My stomach, on the other hand, was not doing so well. We went for breakfast and a few small walks, but I was quite apprehensive, if not terrified, about venturing anyplace that was further than a 15-second dash to a washroom.
I spent the day sleeping and reading, while Carole walked around Chiang Mai and went for a massage. By the evening I was feeling a bit better, and we went for a walk of the Night Bazaar, but I was not in much of a mood to be hassled and/or gouged. We wandered back to a nearby cafe, and had a couple of dry toasts for dinner.
This evening we met up with a very un-German German gentleman named Günter. Five years ago he leaped at an early retirement package from Mercedes Benz and has been doing some significant travelling ever since. He's here taking a Thai language class, then heading back to Taiwan for instructor's level courses in Tai Chi, which he's been doing for 25 years. Tai Chi in Germany in 1982 - he was definitely ahead of the curve. We had a great evening of conversation with him; he was hilarious. His most recent adventure was being unwittingly set up by his Thai cooking instructor with one of her friends, and how he had to politely weasel out of it. He was a great storyteller, and kept us entertained though the evening.
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