My days seem to have a routine.
Awaken with the chanting of the monks. A stroll to the hotel reception and order a coffee. Back to the hotel room. Check emails and surf the web as the coffee is delivered. Take the ferry across the river. Into the house and chat to the workers. Shopping with the tuk tuk driver. Lunch mid afternoon and dinner some where in town. Then finally ending up with a movie on the tv. And progressively more & more bottles of water, fresh coconut water, fruit juices & the occasional beer to quench my parching thirst of the tropical climes.
However, today was a bit different. No shopping at all. Had a mid day swim at the hotel and then a siesta. Lunch was at our local dumpling shop that had been closed since we were here due to a wedding. Offered some food to a monk. Looked at bikes to buy. One was black, and the other was a dusty pink. What do you think? Should I go the dusty pink bike? Early evening we had a two hour massage followed by dinner at the night market. Variety defiantly is the spice of life.
We both bought hats at the local market and I bought some white paper to make a mockup of the lampshades for the stairwell. The workers actually made a wooden frame, perched 12 meters high from the ground. Dam I’m glad its not me up there!. Now I have to decide if we get a welder to make the frames or if we go back to the rattan shop to see if they can make them for me. Should ask them if I should buy the black or the dusty pink bike? At this rate, I’m guessing that the rattan shop visits will become one of my routines.