Bangkok

We will have to find a way to post photos from these internet cafes.

That's the way the flavor of things can come across -- words alone are pretty weak.

Warren now has three big blisters to account for the time spent on foot yesterday. Mostly walking to the Grand Palace & around and to many of the public piers and eating. OK. You don't get blisters from eating. I know that. But we've been eating so much if you could we would.

And the eating is wonderful. Every dish from even the most modest establishment (we're talking tiny little plastic chairs wobbling on uneven pavement here -- little vinyl tables) even these places have wonderfully succulent and spicy dishes, each tastier than the last. Last night we ate and drank at a nice restaurant until we could eat and drink no more and then had to settle up the $15 bill.

Later today we will head to the train station to take the overnight train up to Chiang Mai. As I post to the blog, Ingrid is out shopping for a bottle of gin, a few bottles of tonic (we hope) and some crackers to go with our deck of cards. It's a 12-hour train ride and we cannot spend the ENTIRE time sleeping!