I had at least picked a nice hotel in which to recover from my bout of sickness. The Castle, to the south of Chiang Mai, is relatively modern, very clean and extremely peaceful. The quiet air conditioning and comfy beds are also a God send.
At around 7pm on Monday, I was preparing myself for a night in to ensure I felt better by the morning. However, my friend and former work colleague Seb was also in Chiang Mai at the time, and it seemed a shame to miss out on the chance to meet up. Plus, a bit of company for a few hours would be preferable to sitting in my room watching Fox News - a channel which yesterday staged a genuine debate about whether America should re-invade Iraq to capture all of its oil as some kind of recompense for getting rid of Saddam. Incredible.
Anyway, by the time my tuk tuk dropped me at a travellers' bar in the centre of town I was feeling much better. I stayed off the beer though, and along with Seb's girlfriend, brother and his other half, we set off to find somewhere to eat. Conscious of the fact I hadn't eaten for 24 hours, I decided to stay off spicy Thai food and have something basic. Whilst I've never understood people who come to countries with amazingly diverse cuisines and head for the nearest bar selling a Full English, there does come a point when Western dishes are quite literally easier to stomach.
By the end of the evening I was feeling fine - and even had a cheeky single beer - and retreated back to my hotel confident the worst was behind me.
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