This morning I awoke with the sensation of having sandpaper in my throat, a cold and the mega timpana left that seems to be stung by billions of tiny pins. Maybe I let myself go with a little boogie boarding! Whatever I feel like a rag! After an hour's boat and three minibuses, we get Surathani. In hotel lend me the Vicks to breathe and faint to read that are not even seven in the evening ...
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