After years of fearfulness about buying street food in Asia, I am cured! It was the visit to Bangkok's Chinatown that did it, too. Last time I was in Chiang Mai, I found the market (near Chinatown) overwhelming. How does one order when all the menus are in Thai and no one speaks English? How do we figure this out? Well, all alone, I marched into the food area. There were some temporary vendors with little hot plates and bowls and others looking more established with more complicated cooking rigs. I chose one of the small vendors. It seemed to be soup (yes, I have a sore throat). I picked out my ingredients (no to intestines, no to liver, yes to tofu and chicken). He filled up my bowl and the ladies sat me at a table with bowls of basil and bean sprouts. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
The soup was delicious and burned my throat, which I think is a good thing.
The rest of the day I roamed around getting gear to make ginger tea. I should have hauled out the google translator because perhaps they were selling ginger tea at the market.
I also had a hot oil massage. You know the face hole in a message table? They had a bowl of flowers so you have something pretty to look at during your massage. Isn't that just too sweet?
My hotel has no TV, so I am a little nervous about this Burma earthquake. It is quite close to Chiang Mai -- I don't know why I didn't feel it -- perhaps I was flying at the time.
Tonight I am having Kiao Soy for dinner (a local Chiang Mai treat) and going to the night market for a little while. I am gong to need more books....
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