After a respite with limited to no internet access, I am able to update you all on the past weeks' activities. I write from a rather lovely, if ever so slightly isolated, section of the Yorkshire dales. Myself, Abbie, Brooke and Ric are staying with Ric's sister very near Pately Bridge, home of England's oldest sweetshop, lapwings, and thanks to us, at least one dead rabbit (run over rather fatefully by our zippy little Renault hire car). In the last week much has occurred. This said the best of it, somewhat predictably, involves me drinking much wine, getting some sleep for once, and generally living life at a pace less hectic than that of Bangkok. Whilst obviously never regretting a trip to Thailand, England (and Wales) have acted much like Wayne Rooney's personal oxygen tent, speeding
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