Today was a very laid back one as no ridiculously early start! So we languished in bed until 8.30 a.m, took our time over breakfast then ventured our into the heat late morning. We wandered around the town and bought some snack food for the long bus trip tomorrow. We looked at a few galleries; there's some great art here. Then I took the plunge and gave Dr Fish a go! It's something I've thought of trying for a while but with ticklish feet wasn't sure......and oh boy did it tickle at first! Basically you sit on the padded seat that surrounds all four sides of a big fish tank and the fish eat the dead skin off your feet. It took me about five minutes to put my feet in fully, the sensation was so bizarre! Eventually you forget about it and maybe some of the fish get bored or were full up as there didn't seem to be as many eating me at the end of the half hour session (and all for just $2 with a cold drink thrown in too)!
We came back to the hotel to cool off and take a breather; later we collected our laundry from next door then ate at the Mandalay again, the Burmese place just down the road. The food was so good last time, we both opted for something different; I had baked eggplant salad and Mac had pork and pickled mustard curry. The meals weren't as good ad the first ones we tried but were very unique flavours and not bad at all, I just think we picked the best before. Anyway I don't know much about Burmese good so that's why we returned to try more. I'd definitely eat there again.
We went into the centre to have a couple of beers and on the way were stopped by a very young girl with a tiny baby and an empty drinking bottle. She said she didn't want money but milk for the baby. As there was a supermarket across the road and both of them looked so malnourished I said I would get some milk. Then she said powder, not fresh. Well, OK. Not knowing anything about baby milk formula I bought the one that said 0-6 months (the baby looked almost newborn) and gave it to the girl. As we left, Mac told me about a conversation with some of the others on my cooking class here, where young girls are begging for milk but sell it on. Well ultimately some baby is going to get that much needed milk so I wasn't overly concerned. But sure enough as we left the place we'd had beers in about an hour later (and in a completely different part of town), the same girl and baby and empty bottle were asking for milk powder again. C'est la vie.
Early start again tomorrow and major travelling day - emailed a couple of places that sound ok and have good reviews, hopefully more from one of them tomorrow.