More photos from Phitsanulok

Jones watching Dewey the dog (who I dubbed Dewey Decimal). Jones is obsessed with dogs and tries to talk to them constantly.




A night bazaar.




Twinsies. Dancing twinsies.





Some kind of insect that I did not eat.





Grubs that I definitely did not eat.




Scott didn't eat any of these either, so I don't feel like such a wimp.




Would you seriously have tried these if you were here?









Barnacled pork. Not really, just looks like it.





These balls are EVERYWHERE in Thailand. They're some kind of sausage. Everyone eats these on a stick with some type of sauce. Everyone except for me.




Thai women are nuts about makeup. This is a lower end makeup boutique at a night market.





Scott contemplates a wacked out mannequin.





Brassiere, anyone?

Leaving Phitsanulok via train.

Note the fake Adidas bag to the bottom-left and the grey-hair plucking going on.




This place was hot beyond all reason and our train was 45 minutes late.



I am covered in sweat and mosquito bites. So attractive. Our stinked-eyed neighbor liked talking to Jones and he called him either "Johnny" or "Johnson". I don't know why.