Here we are!
Well after another highly enjoyable, ‘big-dipper’ bus trip – we have made it to The Golden Triangle. Which looks neither golden nor triangular at present but that could be because of my miserable condition!
I still haven’t shaken off the bug I contracted from our young Korean mates on the bus to Pai – in fact, added to the ‘Noodle Soup Incident’ , and the home-made hair massacre, it has slightly knocked me for six – well, twelve actually!
Andrew has attempted to cheer me by likening me to a young Mia Farrow.
Gamine and elfin I, innocently, took this to mean.
He has a point – but at least I’m not pregnant! Well not yet anyway ….
Although I do believe anything is possible in this strange part of the world.
I have been taking the ‘erb’ and the potion that Andrew has insisted will help my condition, yet so far there is no improvement, I seem to have worsened.
WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON ?
So this evening, Sister Kennedy decided the best thing for me was a good walk. He advised we took a stroll into the inky night. Deftly avoiding man-holes minus their covers and roaming dogs, certainly not minus their teeth, we ended up, not for the first time, amongst a multitude of pansies!
Surreal is not the word – we came upon a huge grotto, a fragrantly camp garden filled with every kind of perfume-laden, headily – scented blooms you can imagine – Lilies, Roses, Hyacinths, all gaudily, yet professionally planted.
For me, sadly, it it was all a scent-less mid-snotty dream – and I’m certain Shakespeare would have cast better looking ‘Brownies’ in his version.
But then, who’s ‘Mia’ to judge? I wouldn’t even get the part of ‘Bottom’ with my current appearance – with any kind of company!
But I am not surprised for even poor old Rosemary looked slightly more glamorous and definitely healthier than I presently do.
So our one night in this strange Chinese hotel in a particularly unfashionable district of town, adjacent to what we now realise is a very active building site, has had to be prolonged – at least until I can stand up!
BANG, BASH, DRILL WALLOP!!!
Oh well! That’s it! I guess there’s nothing for it but a little more ‘Tannis Root’!