So we have swapped monkeys for monks and have so far spent a large proportion of our time in food establishments - a little bit like the Italy section in Eat, Pray, Love. Except that, unlike Julia Roberts, I am still unable to pronounce even the simplest of Thai phrases correctly.
Today, we were sitting in a coffee shop whilst the sun was setting and we noticed that a market was being set up around us. Little did we know, the location we’d chosen was right in the midst of the weekly market (on Walking Street) and that the streets were soon to be filled with people, food stalls, a couple of puppies and miscellaneous crap for sale.
We spent our evening browsing the market, tasting various things on offer such as bacon wrapped mushrooms (his eyes speak for themselves) and endured the most brutal 30 minute massages from two seemingly bitter and sarcastic Thai women.