I looked up at the eyes above the Coca-Cola branded surgical face mask suspiciously. If the dentist had spoken English I would have asked “Erm why do you have a dentists in your front room…?’’ and ‘’is Coca-Cola paying you to wear that?’’ however I was limited to making ouch noises as she jabbed at my mouth indiscriminately. Any doubts I had about her were quickly removed when she charged a dollar as her fee …a DOLLAR! I think more UK dentists should wear sponsored masks and do ops in their lounges from now on.
The correct drugs bought, a day’s rest and face duly shrinking we ventured out in the treacherous rain for a mud bath in the natural hot springs in Thap ba.
It was a hilarious Benny Hill type day whereby Rick would get annoyed and complain about the cold and rain and the fact he was covered in sulphuric smelling mud and I would not be able to help screeching with laughter at his serious face that was coated in green and brown sticky stuff.
So he would throw more mud on me, I would get the hump because it was in my eyes and then he would laugh. More mud on his head. Cue Rick’s annoyance and so on and so forth. The Vietnamese staff looked at us like we had just escaped from a psychiatric ward. But the ensuing hot mineral bath and massage shower was so amazing that it quelled even us behaving like overgrown giggly children who had had too many ‘e’ numbers.