Thailand: Trent Update II

So Trent is really starting to come around.  He is looking a lot better, has lost a lot of fluid from his system, is still doing Dialysis daily, and the nurses have given him a clean shave.  He's been having a hard time eating this whole time, so last night we snuck a Jr. Whopper into the ICU.  He totally pounded it no problem.  Must be some kind of satisfaction with comfort foods or something.  I think he's been having a hard time eating fruit and stuff, but Jr.  Whoppers----no problem.  We've been trying to spend a lot of time with Trent, but he is chronically fatigued. In the rare occasions when he is awake, we've been catching up on Planet Earth. 

Conor took a little sabbatical to Taiwan (photo of the departure).  He's kicking it there while Trent is on the mend.  The last I heard he was eating snake and going to some Buddhist monasteries.  He's kind of waiting there to see how what direction Trent's recovery will take.   

Miaken and I have run aground with stuff to do in Bangkok.  We saw all the big tourist spots the first few days.  Now we're on Day 8.  To fill the time I've been growing a mustache.  It's totally disgusting and westerners have a hard time looking me in the eye when they talk to me.  It matches most Thai mens' facial hair though.

Miaken's been making faces like this to kill the time.  She's also been singing an unreasonable amount of Guns and Roses, getting mad massages, street pad thai, and getting hit on by various weird men from around the world.   

Bangkok is an amazingly diverse city.  It has small neighborhoods representing cultures around the globe.  Last night we were in the Egyptian district for some bizarre shopping and food.  There are English, American, Indian, French, African, and all other types of mini neighborhoods filtered throughout the city.  

The saddest thing by far here is the prostitution.  They are everywhere.  They stroll the malls and all the street markets.  They roll through food districts and open restaurants, and pilfer backpacker communities.  If Miaken and I are walking down the street they won't approach me.  If she starts looking at something though, through a shop window, the prostitutes will try and make eye contact with me and solicit me even if Miaken is standing right next to me.  It's so sad.