Sunday, December 4th, 2016
The breakfast doesn't equal last night's dinner at the inn but I'm happy to have it, I'm already suspecting finding a decent breakfast in Thailand is going to be problematic. I say my goodbye's to the super-nice staff and hit the road. I'm feeling much better this morning, must have been that great dinner and the solid night's sleep to set me right.
In the afternoon the light cloud cover that has been making the temperature tolerable disappears. My bike computer gets up to 40 degrees, surely not that hot but I'm sweating buckets nonetheless. Another 5-liter day.
I get a room in the center of town for 6 dollars because I'm curious to see what 6 bucks will get me. In the event: a room with a private bath, TV, fan (no AC), and lukewarm shower. It reminds me of a pensión in Spain or a mid-market hotel in Peru. Cheaper than both by a good margin, each with their quirks. I'm wondering why there is a big bucket in the bathroom until I try to flush the toilet...oh yeah.
With my newfound savings I resolve to spend the difference in the nicest restaurant I can find. I find a swanky-looking place where I order iced tea, beef fried rice, fried chicken with cashews, and some kind of coconut milk-based vegetable soup. All of it excellent, for a total of $8. Verdict on my little experiment: this country is seriously fucking cheap. I chat with the owner on the way out. He has traveled to the US a bunch of times for vacation, each time he picks a different state.