Even a couple days later I was still recovering from my couch. Most of my days were spent in bed reading and intermittently getting awesomely high as fuck on prescription cough medicine! Woooooo!
Eight hours into the train ride and we still had about 90 minutes to go. So I started another book. (Fuck yeah, trade fiction! Nelson DeMille in the house!)
A little before 7pm, we decided to head back to our guest house and relax for a bit. Here's me trying to figure out where the heck we are on the map and how to get back to our room!
...and Meredith was reading Qui M'a Tuee which translated means WHO KILLED ME?. (When you say the name of this book in English, you have to say it in a ghoul-voice with a French-accent! Oh, and it also should be said at a volume that's loud enough to cause any other diners that might be sitting near your table in the restaurant to whip their heads around in surprise.)
...and some reading. I was working on Bangkok 8 by John Burdett (pretty much required reading for those that have been to Thailand, are in Thailand, or plan on going to Thailand...
...and started and finished another. This book made me laugh out loud almost as much as it made me want to be a better human. Totally worth a read (as long as you're not easily inclined to hate men). The Average American Male: A Novel
After four hours of walking around, we'd only managed to see a little more than half the exhibits, but we were getting hungry and were starting to feel "museum-ed out." So I busted out my guidebook to see what vegetarian restaurants were nearby.
We also go to the library and see his insanely huge collection of rare books...some of which were bound in human skin! (I thought that was just some crazy Nazi shit, but apparently this was pretty common back when books were first starting out!)
