Sunday, March 30, 

Woke up after a sleep coma that included one beautiful sleep drug after nearly 24 hours in bed. I may have woke up because I hadn’t eaten since the morning before, or perhaps it was because I had forgotten to turn the AC on, which caused massive sweating. Took the skyway train with Shari and her friends downtown for the once-a month organic market. It was a sight for the eyes, homemade apple cider vinegars, kombucha, hand-made wooden spoons, granola with almonds and mangos, and handcrafted jewelry made out ancient beads from Ghana, plates made from recycled beer bottles. I bought a drink in a bamboo cup, a refreshing soda water with local honey. Walked around in search for this other store that sold organic foods. Walked into one of the hundreds of massage places and paid only 250 Baht for a glorious foot massage. Took a taxi home, swam in the pool surrounded by brilliant green bushes and trees and vibrant orange and pink flowers while the lazy sun sank over the horizon. Returned, about to shower when I discovered an enormous gecko streak across the bathroom wall, Shari and I tried to rescue it and put it outside. I gently grabbed his tail and it fell off, bloodily flapping solo from the body now. I proceeded to scream and watch the tail flap alone while Shari put the traumatized gecko outside. Watched a movie, The Stolen Child of Tibet. Ate wine and fresh olives and feta cheese soaked in oil and sun-dried tomatoes. A day in Thailand.