Yes, as it should

We trudged through the jungle for two days, slept in a bamboo hut in a village, swam in a mountain river, ate traditional Lao food with lots and lots of sticky rice, drank Lao Lao, that putrid powerful homebrewed rice whiskey, with the chief, waded creeks, pulled squirming black leeches from our bleeding ankles, filled our bottles with boiled water that tasted more like charcoal, and sweated like sprinklers.

Tomorrow Chiang Mai, Thailand.

I feel much better today, thank you.