So...4 hour bus journey's are officially boring. Claire was dead sick bless her....I think she gets a bit motion sick.
So we're in Thaton now...there is absolutely nothing here whatsoever. I'm not sure why the tour actually came here. As Shim put it...'There's monks, this resort and a Buddha'.
We sat down for lunch which was pretty gross...salted fish and rice...which was so salty my mouth practically shriveled up and died after tasting it.
in the afternoon Claire washed my feet for me because they were gross....even showers had failed to rid my heels of the dirt that had accumulated for the past two weeks..got so many sores from the trek too. Savlon and socks ahoy...quakers be proud, i actually wore socks and sandals (i made sure it was hidden by baggy trousers though).
Discovered that there was nowhere to eat so we stayed at the guest house..again no luck with the food. had an ice cream complete with a frozen ant..i was very disappointed but got told a handy fact that ants, if left to defrost, can come back to life...well he's in the bin now so good luck with that.
We discovered that Ruth cannot say 'Cornwall' which is unfortunate as thats where she lives...very very funny. Played with a deck of cards called 'Actual Playing Cards'....laughed for about 4 hours!
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