Also, I got to hear how Lach woke up one morning earlier this week with a brand new tattoo, and no recollection of the night, or even getting the tattoo.
My primary question remains unanswered: Daffy Duck?
We went our separate ways, and I did my usual walkabout, randomly canvassing hither and yon about town. This time I hit a few wats.
(Side note: hot chocolate?! Here? In the heat?) we chatted and Rupert invited me to join them on a trek to Chinatown to partake in a little eco-guerrilla action to free baby turtles destined for the cook pot. Apparently, Rani is an eco-warrior with a side job.
As we made our way to where they are sold – along with live eels, fish and toads – we stopped several times to shop for hats, and clothes.
The rest of the day was a humdrum melange of beers, massage and Panang curry. Yawn.