"What?" she calls back over her shoulder. "I am not understand."
"Pull over! You know, Pull over! I mean, stop ... motor-bike! I don't have my reading glasses!"
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| I see the Night Bazaar through new eyes now. It's still tacky. |
And so my next and final day in Chiang Mai is spent on an emergency quest for an eyeglasses shop that can turn around a decent pair of prescription readers in a pinch. While we wait for my new specs, we pop over to a nearby spa run by a friend of Lian's for Thai massage -- a nice little final-day splurge for all of seventeen dollars for two people, including overly generous tip.
Sunday evening I bid adieu once more to Lian and walk down the lane to catch my prearranged Red Car to the airport. Valuable travel tip: when flying to or from Thailand, avoid Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport if you can and instead aim for the much more laid-back Chiang Mai International Airport. Customs and security take five minutes, tops, and you don't feel like you're walking for miles to get in or out.
Now I'm midway through a 13-hour layover at Incheon-Seoul Airport in South Korea ... and loving it. As it happens, there's a gorgeous transit hotel in the airport, just a five-minute walk to my gate: modern and comfortable room, shower, TV, business center with all-important Internet -- perfect! I'll need all the R and R comfort I can get: I'm assigned a middle seat on the long leg back to the states, and it's a full flight. (I already checked.) Probably stuck between Haystack Calhoun and Refrigerator Perry. Wish me luck.


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