Because it was getting darker and he rushed to have a meal, and he was not on guard against the kind Chiang Mai people, so he took a little and left. As a result, he met a black-hearted vendor. The fruit sold to Yunluo and An Chu was very bad. He threw away most of the fruits when he returned to the hotel in the evening. After eating, it was already past 9 o'clock when he returned to the hotel. I went to 7-11 to buy some snacks to replenish them.

Then he brought a large bag of fruit back to the room. The large terrace outside the room seemed to belong to the private space of Yunluo and An Chuyu. There was a large wooden table and several chairs. Yunluo and An Chuyu moved the table and chairs to the most close to the river, sorted out the photos of the day, ate fruit, drank coconut milk, and blew the cool breeze. There was nothing more comfortable than this.

Of course, in fact, landmines have been laid for Mr. Fatty's disaster tomorrow. I don't know if it was because the fruit was not fresh enough or because I drank beer and ate durian. Mr. Fatty had acute gastroenteritis the next day and lay down for most of the day.

This was the darkest day in Thailand, because Mr. Fat fell ill completely. Starting from 3 am in the morning, he vomited and had diarrhea every 1 hour, until about 8 am in the morning. He thought that Mr. Fat had almost drained all the bad things in his stomach and let him eat the berberine brought by the country.

At this time, Mr. Fat was extremely weak, curled up and lay down with his fat body without any strength. When he touched his body, he was burning hot. After measuring his heart rate, he had about 100 times per minute, which means Mr. Fat had a high fever of about 39c. (See science popularization. Generally, adults, every time the body temperature rises by 1c, the heartbeat increases by about 15 times per minute.

Mr. Fatty usually has a heart rate of about 70 times per minute. Mr. Fatty said in a daze that he could not take photos of the piglet today, which made Yun Luo laugh and cry. And Yun Luo had already made the worst plan to not go to the pai tomorrow. After all, normal people with eighteen bends of the mountain road may not be able to survive. What should I do if this cat is sick?

The medical conditions in Chiang Mai are far better than those in Pai. What if there is really something wrong, what should I do in Pai? Various problems make Yun Luo panic. After all, Yun Luo, a big fat man who is close to 0.1 tons, can't be lifted or moved. I'm so scared that I turned off the air conditioner and turned on the window. The fat man lay quietly, not feeling uncomfortable or vomiting, but his body was so soft that he burned.

After asking Mr. Fat to drink a few sips of white water. After proving that he no longer vomited, he applied an ice towel to him. Yun Luo ran to the Rimpong supermarket opposite the hotel to buy him juice to replenish water and electrolytes. If Mr. Fat woke up, he would send a message or call Yun Luo to make sure he was not fainted.

I bought all kinds of fruits and juices and returned to the hotel. I was afraid that Mr. Fatty was fragile at the moment, and the juice concentration was too high to stimulate the gastrointestinal wall. I mixed all kinds of juices with water for Mr. Fatty to drink. I was worried that Mr. Fatty was disordered with dehydration, so I woke up to drink water every 0.5-1h.

During the interval, Yunluo ran to the supermarket opposite to buy fiercely and ate a breakfast downstairs. The breakfast included Yunluo's love chicken soup rice, honey beans, coconut milk, taro and taro coconut milk soup, and a cup of tea or coffee. The breakfast for one person was actually this amount, which really caused Yunluo to pour out. Yunluo kept emphasizing to the chef that Yunluo was the only one today.

Yun Luo couldn't eat so much, so she said it was okay. She was so guilty that she was left with so much guilt, so she had to go upstairs and continue to take care of Mr. Fat. Mr. Fat had already burned so much that he didn't even eat his favorite chicken soup rice. How uncomfortable it would be. (The following are all the shit pictures of LZ's mobile phone, don't dislike it) At noon, Mr. Fat was settled.

Yunluo walked out alone to walk, and when he met a classic car on the roadside, he couldn't help but want to take pictures. Before he knew it, he walked to the legendary Meiping Hotel. It was the place where Teresa Teng left. 1502, Yunluo and An Chuhui remember you. In fact, he had never done a guide to the Meiping Hotel before, and only knew her Chinese name and her relationship with Teresa Teng.

I happened to be walking by and felt that the transliteration of the hotel was very similar to the legendary word Meiping. When I opened the map on my phone, I found that it was really here. The Imperial Maepinghotel is in Chiang Mai. It really doesn’t matter where I go, because the small shops on the street often give you great surprises.

Walking all the way, there is a handmade leather goods store. Craftsmen and artists are quietly shaking and knocking. They make leather goods in their hands. The owner of the silverware shop is considerate and saw that the fan cannot be blown at the counter of Yunluo Station, so he lifted the fan and placed it on the opposite container to blow against Yunluo. The owner of the clothing store took the initiative to tell Yunluo that there is a Saturday night market today and that he must go shopping.

Then how to go through blablabla? Everyone is so kind and gentle that Yunluo doesn’t know what to say to thank him. Without speaking, you can feel that kindness. Yunluo bought a pair of skirts and a pair of shoes in the clothing store mentioned above (550b in total). He liked it very much, liked it very much.

Before he knew it, he actually walked to the primary school that he passed by with Mr. Fat yesterday. Today, on Saturday, the school gate was open and Yunluo sneaked in alone. This sea of ​​flowers made Yunluo so fascinated. Mr. Fat woke up and found that Yunluo was not there. He felt particularly lonely when he was sick. He called Yunluo and asked Yunluo to go back to accompany him.

Without saying a word, he went out to find a tuktuk car, which actually asked for a price of 200b and 100b. The deal was completed. When he arrived at the room, Mr. Fat fell asleep again. He said he was better and wanted to go out for a walk. Then a patient with a high fever of 39 took Yunluo to Ningman Road with his motorcycle.

The first thing I saw was the ibery's guide sign, and I followed the arrow directly. The iconic glasses sculpture, I still felt quite shocked when I saw it with my own eyes. Mr. iberryiberry's high fever still did not go away. He kept his pulse of 100 and drank a drink, and was drowsy. He usually couldn't capture Mr. Fat who was active and not easy to show off, but today it was much easier.

He is as good as a kitten, but Ou is not right, it is a fat cat. Considering that Mr. Fat has a fever, he didn't order the most distinctive ice cream, and only ordered two cups of shake and a piece of cake (145b in total). The price is really cheap, almost the same price as the small street shop in China, but the environment is much better. The taste is average, and the usual Thai sweet taste.

Because iberry became popular in the guide, there are many Chinese tourists here. Of course, there are also local college students in Chiang Mai. Many local couples hold hands, and female students in white and blue skirts are so beautiful. Although they are almost packed, they don’t think it’s too noisy. iberry has two seats, indoor and outdoor seats, and the overall space is large (much larger than mangotango).

Because there are large lawns and flowers, although there are many customers, they are still very fresh. The sick fat man's skin tone continues to cool down and the temperature drops quickly. I am afraid that the fat man will be fainted. There is also a souvenir shop in iberry that specializes in their villains. The things are very cute.

I fell in love with a cloth bag in their house, but I felt that there was a lot of luggage around me and there was no place to put it on, so I endured the pain and didn't buy it. Later, I saw someone carrying it on my back at the airport, and it was too late to be itchy. So you need to do it when it's time! Chiang Mai does not sell regret medicine. Iberryiberry went here to visit the little flower that came out of iberry.

It feels like a starry sky. There are many shops at the entrance. I originally thought it was a plant that only exists in the tropical world. Later I found out that I planted it at my friend's house. She has a nice name - "Garden Bride". I can also plant it in China, and give it a little sunshine to make it shine. I found the legendary mangotango. The store is very small and there are not many seats, and it is not as popular as the legendary one.

Mr. Fat was drowsy and had no appetite to eat these. He waited and swallowed his saliva and left silently. There must be vespa in the literary and artistic place. There is also a large-scale vespa specialty store here. The motorcycles inside are really mouth-watering. Of course, even the cars on the roadside have already made Yun Luo and An Chuyu feel excited.

Mr. Fat has been muttering today: I haven’t taken good-looking photos for the pig today. Today, An Chu was dragging me down. Mr. Fat, who hadn’t eaten for a day, couldn’t lift the camera steadily. After scanning a few pictures, he almost went home (in fact, Mr. Fat’s invincible rabbit Yunluo has been unable to hold it firmly. After adding the vertical clap handle, Yunluo and An Chu encountered a disease.

I saw that the bougainvillea could not walk. The cameras were different, and the technology was different. Why were the photos here so different? (The first picture below was taken by a broken hand) At noon, Yun Luo bought these pants and shoes in the old city. The pants were comfortable and comfortable, and it was the king of cost-effectiveness. After wearing foot-clip slippers and sandals for a week, it was really good to wear a pair of shoes that covered the instep.

There are a few creative shops that are expensive and have a lot of people. The most important thing is that Mr. Fat has a high fever and has no intention of shopping. If you give Yunluo 2 days alone, Yunluo will probably be able to travel around one by one. Who told Yunluo to love these things so much? The plants here will probably be lush with branches and leaves every day, otherwise how could they grow like this?

Could it be that you eat braised pork every day?! Although there are many creative shops here, I have no intention of shopping today. Seeing Mr. Fat has no intention of relieving his high fever, he can only go to a roadside pharmacy to buy antipyretics. The density of pharmacies in Chiang Mai is very high and can be found at any street corner. The pharmacy waiter is not bad at English.

The day before yesterday, Yunluo and An Chuyu went to the pharmacy to buy motion sickness medicine and ointments for oral ulcers (Yunluo had been in oral ulcers when he arrived in Thailand. Yesterday, he couldn't bear it and went to the medicine for medicine). The pharmacy staff will carefully tell you how to use it. When you meet a good clerk, it is a pleasure to go to the pharmacy. From Ningman Road, you can just pass through the city center.

Passing by herbba private cs near Lila Horse Killing Chicken Yesterday. The great coachman Mr. Fat sat in a daze after entering the store. Yun Luo was in a daze. Yun Luo was carrying a bamboo basket and was indifferent to buying a bunch of things to return to China to give them to others. The HB stuff is mainly natural and has no additives, and the price is also very affordable, from face cream to shower gel, from incense to essential oils.

It basically covers all daily bottles and jars. Looking at Mr. Fatty, Yunluo hurriedly searched a few baskets. I wonder if it was a weekend, hb5pm closed and he was only out before leaving. Hb things are relatively cheap. If you want to buy something that is more expensive and light and easy to carry, you will recommend essential oils first.

Because essential oils do not need to be checked, they are small in size, light in weight, and have a wide range of choices. Other bottles and jars will cause a lot of trouble to your luggage. There is also an HB departure from Chiang Mai Airport in China. If you have enough time, you can go to the airport to buy them. After returning to the hotel, Mr. Fat took antipyretics.

She asked the hotel to help make a chicken soup rice (the hotel chef walked away, so the manager personally cooked to help Yunluo’s ** soup rice, but she only collected Yunluo 40b. She was so moved). She kept asking whether Yunluo needed medicine and was as caring as her family. Mr. Fatty still had a high fever, so he probably was hungry. He even drank half a bowl of chicken soup.

After Yunluo agreed to go for a walk near nightbazaar. On Saturday, Yunluo would not go. If Mr. Fat woke up and had something to do, Yunluo would come back immediately. Put on an ice towel, Yunluo went out for a walk alone. Nightbazaar was quite large. After spending more than an hour, he had to visit a small part of it.

Suddenly, Mr. Fat called Yun Luo. The sound sounded completely different from that during the day. It was so loud and full of blood. Mr. Fat said excitedly on the phone: I will go to the pai tomorrow. Finally, I will take you to the Saturday Night Market today! Yun Luo will ride a motorcycle to pick you up. See you under the Starbucks sign next to nightbazaar!

Yun Luo was ecstatic and worried, afraid that he had sweated temporarily because he took antipyretics and had a temporary fever reduction. After a while, the medicine was effective and the fever would come up again. The irresponsible Yun Luo allowed Mr. Fat to go out. Then he ran all the way to the Xingbaba sign and jumped onto the motorcycle to carry the fat man and left! Saturday Night Market is so famous.

No matter who is Chiang Mai, you will circle the address for you on the map, so there is no special mark here. The approximate location is at the south gate of the ancient city, which is near the Chiang Mai Gate. As long as you get around and with the crowded crowds, you will definitely find it. I believe that Yunluo. Choose these cups at Saturday Night Market (Saturday Pedestrian Street).

I will help you make a shake, 20b a cup. Yunluo is afraid that Mr. Fatty will not drink it too cold. So he asked for juice, 40-45b a cup. It's amazing. She now cuts out the fruit, it's so fresh.

When I was sorting out the photos two days ago, Mr. Fat was still sighing that this hat is so beautiful. I regret not buying you a strawberry hat, which is too cute. Although it is a fake, I still want to put it on. Does Huaguo sell it? This winter, I will make a bedside lamp with lz now, which is the bamboo leaf lamp. I bought it from Nightbazaar. The price is indeed a bit more expensive than the Saturday market.

But you can bargain, so it's okay. Nightbazaar is not as expensive as mentioned in the guide. Generally, those with clear prices are not too dark. The skewers sold by this beauty are delicious, and they can't say what they call them. They are rectangular, flat and white skewers made of chicken. The sauce is oishiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. The food tastes are generally better than those of pai.

Yunluo and An Chuyu ate noodles twice at different noodle stalls in the market on Saturday, and the taste was amazing. Yunluo and An Chuyu love to eat Chiang Mai noodle soup, so fresh that your eyebrows fell off! Thai northern sausage is a feature here. Mr. Fatty dared not let him eat more when he was sick, so Yunluo reluctantly could not help him. Who said Yunluo was so considerate?

The market on Saturday was a long road, so you can consider walking one side to the end and then strolling the other side of the road. Yunluo and An Chuyu accidentally walked to the closing point of the vendors, hurried out of the crowded night market, bought a bag of fried chicken across the street, and ate a bowl of noodles. Mr. Fatty carefully protected his weak stomach and ate a bite of fried chicken to satisfy his cravings.

That bowl of noodles was a great love for him. Although everything in Thailand was not big, Yun Luo and An Chuyu usually ordered one bowl of noodles. One was because Mr. Fat was in poor health today, and the other was that his stomach was overloaded for a long time. He only ate noodles to taste all kinds of Thai flavors. This kind of noodle soup was a great love for Yun Luo and An Chuyu, but the taste was sweet.

Suitable for Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai flavors. (Yunluo and Anchu met many tourists from the inland and north along the way, and they all said that the Thai food was too sweet and they couldn't get used to it.) After going back to the hotel, Mr. Fatted took a shower and then whispered. Because his body temperature did not rise again and his gastrointestinal symptoms disappeared, he did not give him any more medicine.

Yunluo washed and tidied up the luggage he went to Pai the next day until 2am, because Yunluo knew that 3 hours of nibus would be enough for Yunluo to sleep. Good night on the last night by Pinghe River, his only wish was that Mr. Fat would be resurrected tomorrow and accompanied Yunluo to 762 corners.

The sun rose as usual, and Mr. Fat finally resurrected with blood. When he woke up, he subconsciously touched Mr. Fat's forehead. His fever subsided, and he was in good spirits. He felt that he was no different from a normal fat man. Yesterday's illness came like a mountain and it seemed like a dream. Today's arrangement was very easy. At 10:30 am, the hotel staff would drive Yunluo and An Chuyu to the station to take the bus.

Before this time, I slowly enjoyed breakfast, sat in the hotel garden, tried to remember everything beautiful here, and kept them in my heart one by one. As usual, I ordered Thai breakfast. But today's breakfast really surprised Yunluo and Anchu. It was rice and stir-fried dishes! A full of large pots of rice, a pot of scrambled eggs, a pot of meat slices of stir-fried zucchini, and a pot of guava fruit after rice.

Each plate is bigger than Yun Luo's face. When the chef served the dishes, Yun Luo waved his hand and said that he couldn't eat that much. The chef smiled and said that it was okay. Then he ate it hard. Mr. Fat, who must eat rice every meal, was actually quite happy to see the rice. After all, for so many days, rice was not the staple food. A bowl of white rice made him happy.

In the end, except for Yun Luo, there was a lot of rice left, everything else was completely eliminated. Especially the guava dish, which was so sweet that it could not be sweeter. After dinner (I really didn't want to call this meal breakfast, it was better to eat), the sun was not so strong, and it was the best place to wander around the small garden to bask in the sun. Behind was the restaurant, and in front of it was the small garden by the Ping River.
Chapter completed!