It was in Chiangmai that I ventured into an actual gym for the first time since leaving London. By which I mean, a building whose sole purpose was fitness. Aka, not a crappy hotel ‘gym’, not a swimming pool, and not just a space in-between some trees to hang a TRX and do some ab exercises. I stumbled across Miss Fitness Chiangmai on one of my aimless wanders around the town. I was craving a good workout- 16 hours on a train had left me in a bizarre state of lethargic restlessness. If I hadn’t been wearing completely inappropriate workout attire, I would have gone in there and then. Instead,…
I LOVED CHIANGMAI. I’m writing this a little while after I normally write my postcards, and looking back that’s definitely the thing that springs to mind. I just loved it. Cheap, friendly, safe and beautiful. I don’t know exactly what I expected, but this quaint little city went far beyond what I thought it’d be. It’s a good thing we loved it so much, because it was a mission and a half to get there. It was supposed to be a simple sleeper train. You know. Go to sleep in Bangkok and BOOM next thing you know you’re in Chiangmai. I’m afraid it didn’t quite work out.