I let Eyrique call the shots.
He chooses to go to the herbal sauna
Sme cubicles on the roof of a massage shop full of heavy teak furniture
Shower,wrap around sarong. Attendant brings tea. In the cubicle there is a tap to control the steam.
We spend 1 hour
We meet a Canadian guy with perculiar pornographic tattoos and a long beard.
We go to have lunch at the khao soi bookshop restauarnt
Seems Eyrique has been taken for a ride, as his meeting is not happening……….
I drive him to the airport. We wander the small number of shops and have an expensive foot massage with some smiley fun women. The place run by an old made up Madame. Sabai, relax, my masseuse tells me. Why can t I?
Soaked to the skin riding back
Soaked again trying to check out the market.
Long deep sleep
Last day in cm, alone
Blat around on motorbike. Trade it for bike
Day 6 leaving chaing mai
The blog has taken a breathing space. It’s now 6 September, and is am now on the train at Chiangmai station waiting for departure. Chiangmai does weird things to me. The second time ive been here and the second time I’ve left feeling laid bare on one way or another. This time it is emotional. .
What was he trying to prove by anaylsing all my numbers. It tells him I’m very sensitive and also persistent. I would say I suffer because I’m on- committal.
I was learning about the world, but have found myself retreating back inside. I’ve lost my desire to eat. I’ve seen enough temples. I have had enough conversations. I feel like everything is collapsing inward. I can’t write this blog. I need an outlet through which to channel all this energy and tension.
A record for myself. The me who is fragmenting.
Visit Wat Chedi Luang: Largest chedi in CM, partially destroyed by earthquake 500 years ago.
Monk chat, but no monks.
Burmese restaurant for lunch
Wander the empty closed night market
Trying to work out what I want to do….
Night train to BKK Leaving at 5pm