Chiang Mai, Thailand
Dad always said my room was a mess in England. If he saw this hotel room he would be eating his words. I guess it could be loosely described as 'unpacking from trekking and finding clean clothes to go out in'. Oh dear.
Moving on, the trek proceeded to improve with only one minor ankle trip (apart from the beds - bamboo with a solid futon and pillow - very little sleep was had but I had a massage yesterday which made me feel better than my visage of Valium). We p...