My illness, whatever it is, is no better. I feel OK in myself but coughing occasionally and feeling tired although that might be from snoring all night (or from being prodded in the back by Simon all night for snoring, or some combination of the two.)
Consequently, after an elaborate breakfast – we all plumped for the Western style, myself a little sheepishly – I went back to bed while the others headed off exploring. A pretty photo of a shrine beside a lake that arrived by WhatsApp a couple of hours later gave me a sense of FOMO, but not the fact that the high predicted today was 27 degrees.
I finished some hand washing of delicate undergarments (knickers and socks), and got to the end of my Agatha Christie book, with a very satisfying conclusion, the femme fatale living up to her name. Housekeeping came twice, I had to be very firm to keep them out of the bedroom. Anyway, it’s midafternoon now and I’m feeling perkier so sitting in the lounge of the hotel, waiting for a late lunch to be delivered, and sipping on another welcome drink that they’ve been kind enough to bring.
Simon has suggested I may have COVID, which is somewhat horrifying. Certainly it hasn’t behaved much like a normal cold. Let’s see how it develops. At least I’m not sneezing and coughing lots of germs over everyone.
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Very nice late lunch, and then walked down the street to a nearby temple that dates back to 1440 in its current incarnation. The streets are thronged with tourists including many done up in very elaborate kimono outfits complete with gorgeous hair and make up. Many are clearly of European extraction. It’s as if no one’s heard of “cultural appropriation” over here. (Did I say that already? If so it’s a sign of how odd it strikes me.)
The sake of the day at happy hour was the same as yesterday which suited me fine as I liked it. Quick shower and out for dinner shortly. Surely I can’t be really ill?