Gregg is melting . . .

Somehow in the preparation for our trip, I neglected to tell Gregg that we would be in Thailand during their hottest season. I told him it was hot, and he thought he was ready for it, but apparently not. I'll keep making him drink water and he'll be okay. He just may be a lot thinner when we get home. And hopefully his legs won't be neon white anymore.

After a long bus ride to Taipei and a chilly flight to Thailand, we arrived in Bangkok's humid heat. Our cab driver into the city shared his Wriggly's Spearmint gum and entertained us by singing, "Everytime you go away . . . " while simultaneously impressing us with his "look no hands" driving technique. The Baan Sabai was right where I remembered it and we threw our packs into a fan room before I introduced to Khao Sarn Road, Bangkok's infamous backpacker street. The road was pretty much shut down for the night, but he still got to see drunk people singing and playing guitar on the curb.

We'll check out the Grand Palace and Wat Pho (the ginormous reclining Buddha) before hopping a bus for Chiang Mai tonight. We're planning to come back to Bangkok in June to do some shopping so there's no point hanging out here now.