I woke up completely sick from last night. I didn’t want to go anywhere, especially sightseeing in this filthy city. I felt bad, though, because I knew that my own behavior was stopping Paola from seeing some things that she wanted to see. I knew that it was a bit inconsiderate of me to make Paola stay in, so I asked her if she wanted to go out on her own. She didn’t feel comfortable doing that, so I knew that I would have to get my self together, and go out. I kept asking her to wait a little longer, and longer still, but finally I had to give in, and we went out the some temples around 3 o’clock.
Walking on the filthy streets that smelled so bad only made it more difficult for me to recover. Every few steps I took I had to stop because I thought I was going to gag on the stench in the air. Even if I tried to ignore it, I still walked very slowly. In any case, after walking past lots of filthy people sleeping on the benches at three in the afternoon, and tuk-tuk drivers trying to convince us to let them guide us, we got to Wat Phra.
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