Day 2 of our '3 hour hibernation'.
Last night, groggy and dehydrated, we performed the Zombie Shuffle over to Khao San Road in search of sustenance.
As ever, it was mobbed.
The street was thronging with bright (and not so bright) young things, knocking back the cut price cocktail buckets and fried scorpions.
We stared in frankly envious wonder at their vitality and general willingness to get stuck in.
What was their secret?
Sleeping in a flea-infested hostel?: Unlikely.
Carrying their own bodyweight in ridiculously oversized rucksacks on their backs?: Doubtful.
Neglecting the basics of personal hygiene for several weeks?: Almost certainly not.
And then, with a dreadful sound like that of a crypt door slamming shut forever, we realised.
THEY ARE YOUNGER THAN US!
Thoroughly shamed , we shuffled back to the hotel for cocoa and a couple of Werthers Originals. *
*And slippers......🙈
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