Because it was getting dark and we were in a hurry to eat, we were not wary of the kind people in Chiang Mai, so we just took some and left. As a result, we encountered a black-hearted vendor, and the fruit he sold to Yunluo and An Chuyu was not fresh, so we threw most of it away when we returned to the hotel at night. It was already past 9 o'clock when we returned to the hotel after dinner, so we went to 7-11 to buy some snacks to replenish our supplies.

Then they returned to the room with bags of fruit. The large terrace outside the room seemed to be Yunluo and An Chuyu's private space, with a large wooden table and several chairs. Yunluo and An Chuyu moved the table and chairs to the position closest to the river, sorted out the day's photos, ate fruit, drank coconut milk, and enjoyed the cool breeze. There was really nothing more comfortable than this.

Of course, this had already laid the groundwork for Mr. Fatty's disaster the next day. I don't know if it was because the fruit was not fresh enough or because he drank beer and ate durian, but Mr. Fatty had acute gastroenteritis and a fever the next day, and he lay in bed for most of the day.

This was the darkest day in Thailand because Mr. Fat was sick. He was completely sick. From 3am in the morning, he woke up with vomiting and diarrhea every hour until about 8am in the morning. I thought Mr. Fat had almost gotten rid of all the bad things in his stomach, so I asked him to take the berberine I brought from China.

Mr. Fat was extremely weak at this time, lying curled up, without any strength. When I touched his body, I felt that he was burning hot. I measured his heart rate, which was about 100 beats per minute, which means that Mr. Fat's fever was almost 39 degrees Celsius. (For general knowledge, for an adult, for every 1 degree increase in body temperature, the heart rate increases by about 15 beats per minute.)

Mr. Fat's heart rate is usually around 70 beats per minute. Mr. Fat said in a daze that he couldn't take pictures of the little pig today, which made Yunluo laugh and cry. Yunluo had already made the worst-case scenario plan of not going to Pai tomorrow. After all, a normal person might not be able to survive the winding mountain road, so what would happen to this sick cat?

The medical conditions in Chiang Mai are much better than those in Pai. What if there is a problem in Pai? Yunluo was panicked by all kinds of problems. After all, Yunluo couldn't lift or move the nearly 0.1-ton fat man in front of him. It was scary to think about it. He turned off the air conditioner and opened the window. Mr. Fat was lying quietly, not feeling uncomfortable or vomiting, but he was limp from the fever.

Let Mr. Fatty drink a few sips of water first. After proving that he was no longer vomiting or defecating, he applied an ice towel to him and Yunluo ran to the rimping supermarket opposite the hotel to buy him some juice to replenish his water and electrolytes. He told Mr. Fatty to send a message or call Yunluo if he woke up to make sure he was not fainted by the burns.

Rimping fruit and juice are plentiful and fresh. We bought various juices and fruits back to the hotel. We were afraid that Mr. Pang’s stomach was fragile at the moment and the high concentration of juice would irritate the gastrointestinal wall, so we diluted various juices with water for Mr. Pang to drink. We were very worried that Mr. Pang would be dehydrated and have electrolyte disorders, so we let him wake up and drink water every 0.5-1h.

During the interval, Yunluo ran to the supermarket across the street to do some shopping, and then had breakfast downstairs. The breakfast included Yunluo's favorite chicken soup with rice, honey beans and coconut milk with sago, taro balls and coconut milk soup with taro, and a cup of tea or coffee. Yunluo was really shocked that the breakfast for one person was this amount, and Yunluo kept emphasizing to the cook that he was alone today.

Yunluo couldn't eat so much, she said it was okay. She felt guilty that there was a lot left, and went upstairs to take care of Mr. Fatty. Mr. Fatty was so feverish that he didn't even want to eat his favorite chicken soup with rice, how uncomfortable he must be. (The following are all crappy pictures taken by the author's phone, please don't dislike them) At noon, I settled Mr. Fatty.

Yunluo went out for a walk alone. When she saw the old cars on the roadside, she couldn't help but want to take pictures. Unknowingly, she walked to the legendary Meiping Hotel. This is where Teresa Teng left. 1502, Yunluo and Anchu met and remembered you. In fact, I have never made a guide to Meiping Hotel before. I only know her Chinese name and her relationship with Teresa Teng.

I happened to be walking by and thought that the hotel's pronunciation was very similar to the legendary Meiping. I opened the map on my phone and compared it, and it turned out to be this hotel. The Imperial Maeping Hotel is in Chiang Mai. It really doesn't matter where you go, because the small shops on the street often give you huge surprises.

As we walked along, we came across a handmade leather goods shop where craftsmen were quietly hammering and tinkering with the leather goods in their hands. The owner of the silverware shop was considerate and saw that Yunluo couldn't get a fan at the counter where he was standing, so he picked up a table fan and placed it on the opposite shelf to blow towards Yunluo. The owner of the clothing store took the initiative to tell Yunluo that there was a Saturday night market today and that he must go shopping.

Then how to get there blablabla. Everyone was so kind and gentle that Yunluo didn't know what to say to thank them. She could sense their kindness without saying anything. Yunluo bought a pair of culottes and a pair of shoes (550b in total) at the clothing store mentioned above. She liked them very much.

Unconsciously, I walked to the primary school that I passed by with Mr. Fatty yesterday. Today was Saturday, and the school gate was open, so Yunluo slipped in alone. Yunluo was so fascinated by this sea of ​​flowers. When Mr. Fatty woke up, he found that Yunluo was not there. He felt even more lonely during his illness, so he called Yunluo and asked her to go back to accompany him.

Without saying anything, he went out and found a tuktuk. The price was 200b, and he bargained it down to 100b. When he got to the room, Mr. Fat fell asleep again. He said he felt better and wanted to go out for a walk. Then a patient with a high fever of 39 took Yunluo on a motorcycle all the way to Ningman Road.

The first thing I saw was the iberyy sign, so I just followed the arrow. The iconic sculpture of a man with glasses was quite impressive when I saw it in person. iberryiberry Fat Mr. still had a high fever, his pulse rate was 100, he was drinking a beverage, and he was groggy. I usually can't capture the fat man who is active and difficult to pose, but today it was much easier.

As obedient as a kitten, oh no, a fat cat. Considering Mr. Fat had a fever, we didn't order the most distinctive ice cream, but only ordered two shakes and a cake (145b in total). The price is really cheap, about the same as the roadside shops in China, but the environment is much better. The taste is just average, with the usual Thai sweet taste.

Because iberry is popular in travel guides, there are many Chinese tourists here. Of course, there are also local college students in Chiang Mai. Many local couples hold hands, and the female students in white shirts and blue skirts are so beautiful. Although it is almost full, it doesn't feel too noisy. iberry has both 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, it still has a fresh and clean style. The skin color of the sick fat man red prawn continues to cool down. The two-pronged cooling is fast. I am afraid that the fat man will be burned. There is also a souvenir shop in iberry that sells their figurines. The things are very cute.

I liked a cloth bag from their store, but I felt that I had too much luggage and no place to put it, so I reluctantly didn't buy it. Later, I saw someone else carrying it at the airport, and it was too late to buy it. So you should buy it when you should! Chiang Mai doesn't sell regret medicine. iberryiberry I've been here. A little flower from iberry.

It looks like baby's breath, and there are many shops in front of it. I thought it was a tropical plant. Later I found out that my friend's house had it, and it has a nice name - "Garden Bride". It can also be grown in China, and it will bloom brightly with a little sunshine. I found the legendary mangotango. The shop is small, there are not many seats, and it is not as popular as the legend says.

Mr. Fat was groggy and had no appetite to eat anymore. He watched for a while, swallowed his saliva and left silently. Vespa is a must in places of literature and art. There is also a large Vespa store here. The motorcycles inside are really mouth-watering. Of course, even the cars on the roadside have made Yunluo and An Chuyu excited.

Mr. Fat kept saying today: I didn’t take good photos of the pig today, and An Chuyu was a drag today. Mr. Fat, who hadn’t eaten for a day, couldn’t even hold up his camera. He quickly took a few photos and went home (in fact, Mr. Fat couldn’t hold his invincible rabbit Yunluo steadily. It was especially heavy after adding the vertical shooting handle). Yunluo and An Chuyu had a disease.

Seeing bougainvillea makes me feel sick. Different cameras, different techniques. Why are the photos so different? (The first photo below was taken by a clumsy person) At noon, Yunluo bought these pants and shoes in the old town. The pants are cool and the shoes are comfortable. They are simply the best value for money. After wearing flip-flops and sandals for a week, it feels so good to wear a pair of shoes that cover the instep.

I randomly visited a few creative shops. The prices were high and there were many people. The most important thing was that Mr. Fat had a high fever and had no mood to go shopping. If Yunluo was given two days, I guess she could visit all the shops one by one. Who told her to love these things so much? The plants here are probably lush and green if they are watered every day, otherwise how could they grow like this?

Do you eat braised pork every day?! Although there are many creative shops here, I don't feel like shopping today. Seeing that Mr. Fatty's fever showed no sign of going down, I could only go to a roadside pharmacy to buy antipyretics. The density of pharmacies in Chiang Mai is very high, and you can find them on any street corner. The pharmacy staff also speaks good English.

The day before. Yunluo and An Chuyu also went to the pharmacy to buy motion sickness medicine and ointment for treating oral ulcers (Yunluo has been suffering from oral ulcers since arriving in Thailand, and yesterday she couldn't stand it anymore and went to get the medicine). The pharmacy staff will carefully tell you how to use and how much to use. If you meet a good staff, even going to the pharmacy is a pleasure. Going back to the hotel from Nimman Road just happens to pass through the city center.

Passing by HerbBasics near where Lila had a massage yesterday. The great driver Mr. Fat came into the store and sat there in a daze waiting for Yunluo, while Yunluo carried a bamboo basket and bought a bunch of things to give as gifts back home. HerbBasics products are mainly natural and additive-free, and the prices are very affordable, from face creams to shower gels, from incense to essential oils.

Basically, it covers all the daily bottles and jars. Seeing Mr. Fatty's listless look, Yunluo hurriedly collected several baskets. I don't know if it's because it's the weekend, hb closes at 5pm, and when I left, I could only take things out, not in. The prices of hb's products are relatively low. If you want to buy something that is more expensive but light and easy to carry, essential oils are the first choice.

Because essential oils do not need to be checked in, 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 in your luggage. There is also an HB at the domestic departure point of Chiang Mai Airport. If you have enough time, you can go to the airport to buy them. After returning to the hotel, Mr. Fat took antipyretic medicine.

She also asked the hotel to make a bowl of chicken soup with rice (the hotel cook was away, so the manager personally cooked for Yunluo and only charged Yunluo 40b, which was really touching). She also kept asking Yunluo if she needed medicine, just like a family member. Mr. Fatty still had a high fever, probably because he was hungry. He actually drank half a bowl of chicken soup.

Yunluo agreed to go to the nearby nightbazaar. The Saturday market was too far away so Yunluo would not go. If Mr. Fatty woke up and had any questions, Yunluo could come back immediately with just a phone call. After applying an ice towel, Yunluo went out for a walk alone. The nightbazaar was quite large and she only visited a small part of it after more than an hour.

Suddenly, Mr. Fat called Yunluo. His voice sounded completely different from that during the day, so loud and clear, as if he had fully recovered. Mr. Fat said excitedly on the phone: We are going to Pai tomorrow. It is finally Saturday night market today. Yunluo will take you there! Yunluo will come out to pick you up on a motorcycle now. See you under the Starbucks sign next to the night bazaar!

Yun Luo was ecstatic and worried at the same time, afraid that he had taken the antipyretic medicine and sweated, and the fever had temporarily subsided, but the effect of the medicine would wear off and the fever would come back. Yun Luo, irresponsible, allowed Mr. Fatty to go out. Then he ran all the way to the Xingbaba sign, jumped on the motorcycle, picked up the fat man and left! Saturday night market is too famous.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

No matter which Chiang Mai people you are, they will circle the address on the map for you, so I won't mark it here. The approximate location is near the southern gate of the ancient city, which is near the Chiang Mai Gate. As long as you get around and follow the crowded flow of people, you will definitely find it. Believe in Yunluo. These cups are free to choose at Saturday Night Market (Saturday Walking Street).

She will make you a shake, 20b a cup. Yunluo was afraid that Mr. Fatty would drink it too cold, so he ordered juice, 40-45b a cup. It was great. She cut up any fruit you wanted, and it was so fresh.

When I was sorting out the photos two days ago, Mr. Fat was still sighing, "This hat is so beautiful. I regret not buying you one." This strawberry hat is so cute. Although the photo is blurry, I still want to post this hat. Is it sold in China? I'm going to buy one this winter. The bedside lamp I have now is this bamboo leaf lamp, which I bought at Nightbazaar. The price is indeed a little more expensive than the Saturday market.

But you can bargain, so it's okay. Nightbazaar is not as overpriced as the guide says. Generally, the prices are not too shabby. The skewers sold by this beauty are delicious. I can't tell what they are called. They are rectangular, flat, white skewers made of chicken, topped with sauce oishiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiThe food in Chiang Mai generally tastes better than that in Pai.

Yunluo and An Chuyu ate noodles twice at different noodle stalls in the Saturday market. The taste was superb. Yunluo and An Chuyu love Chiang Mai noodle soup, which is so delicious that it makes your eyebrows fall! Northern Thai sausage is a specialty here. Mr. Fatty is sick and dare not let him eat more, so Yunluo reluctantly helps him. Who can say Yunluo is so considerate?

The Saturday market is a long road, so you can consider walking to the end of one side and then walking to the other side. Yunluo and An Chuyu accidentally walked to the closing time of the vendors, and hurriedly walked out of the crowded night market, bought a bag of fried chicken and ate a bowl of noodles across the road. Mr. Fat carefully protected his weak stomach and ate a bite of fried chicken to satisfy his craving.

That bowl of noodles is his favorite. Although all Thai food is not big in portion, Yunluo and An Chuyu usually only order one bowl of noodles for two people. One reason is that Mr. Fatty is not feeling well today, and the other is that his stomach is always overloaded. They only eat noodles to try all kinds of Thai flavors. This kind of soup noodles is Yunluo and An Chuyu's favorite, but the taste is sweet.

It is suitable for the taste of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. (Yunluo and An Chuyu met many tourists from the inland and northern regions along the way, and they all said that Thai food was too sweet and they couldn't get used to it.) When they returned to the hotel, Mr. Fat took a shower and fell asleep immediately. Because his body temperature did not rise again and his gastrointestinal symptoms disappeared, he was not given any more medicine.

Yunluo washed and packed her luggage for the next day's trip to Pai and didn't go to bed until 2am, because she knew that the 3 hours on the minibus tomorrow would be enough for her to sleep. Good night, the last night by the Ping River, the only wish she had was that Mr. Fatty would be fully recovered tomorrow and accompany Yunluo to turn 762 corners.

The sun rose as usual, and Mr. Fat finally recovered. When I woke up, I subconsciously touched Mr. Fat's forehead. The fever had subsided, and he was in good spirits. He felt like a normal fat man. Yesterday's illness seemed like a dream. Today's schedule was very relaxed. At 10:30am, the hotel staff would drive Yunluo and An Chuyu to the station to catch the bus.

Before that, I slowly enjoyed breakfast, sat in the hotel garden, and tried to remember all the beautiful things here, and engraved them in my heart. As usual, I ordered Thai breakfast. But today's breakfast really surprised Yunluo and An Chuyu. It was rice and stir-fried vegetables! A large bowl of rice, a bowl of scrambled eggs, a bowl of fried zucchini with meat slices, and a large bowl of guava fruit after the meal.

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

In the end, Yunluo had a lot of rice left, and the rest was completely eaten. Especially the plate of guava, which was so sweet that it couldn't be sweeter. After dinner (I really don't want to call this meal breakfast, it's more appropriate to call it rice), the sun was not so strong, and it was perfect to walk around in the small garden and bask in the sun. Behind me was the restaurant, and in front of me was the small garden by the Ping River.

How happy it is to live here. The room behind is where the shop owner lives. There are many small plants in front of the door. The intentional or unintentional combination is very pleasing to the eye. The swing in the yard squeaks when it swings. It is also very nice to sit here and daydream for a day. At 10:30am, the waiter set out on time to take Yunluo and An Chuyu to the station (taxi = 150b + 20b). (To be continued...)