My ride occurred between bouts of rain; luckily, convenient shelters
gave cover when the heavens opened. Around 5 p.m., I pedalled,
sopping wet, into Phatthalung, located a room, and hurried to the
night market. Of course, one should never go to the night market
hungry, as indicated by the amount of food I purchased. My meander
further revealed that it was a Buddhist holiday, so no beer was sold.
Sigh!
leana
(Leana)
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