I'm in the room. I have had a bout a rather strong
intestinal flu. (Those words seems to adequately mask the actually symptions making this suitable for the blog.) I'm usually such a good tourist throwing away all old conventions, and jumping right into a new environment. Therefore, it feels strange that I ate at a Subway rather than having authentic Thai food. Jay feels it's not something I ate here but rather the alcholic coconut toddy I had on my last day in Lanka. Hum. That is known to affect the uniniatated. Hum. For most of the morning I felt pretty good. The weather was okay.
We went up the river to Wat Po. We toured the Golden Temple years ago, but going back to Wat Po was a nice diversion. We used to take tuk tuks around, now they're few and far between. We got right on the Sky Train station and exitted at the river. Since our last time here, tourist-friendly boats ply the river stops. I retook a picture at the foot of the reclining Buddha that I may have orginally taken in the 1980's.
If one lives long enough all familiar things eventually seem new again!
