Last night I ate a chicken foot. It was in a soup in a Chinese restaraunt. It was bony without much meat and tasted exactly like the rest of the chicken. Despite the fact that we thought we were able to communicate with the waitress fairly well in Thai, and even pointed to what we wanted on the menu, we hardly got everything we ordered. But we did get a chicken foot.

Aside from that.

Birthdays in Thailand are apparently really really good. I gave alms to nine monks, prayed to a Buddhist statue, had two cakes at school, talked with amazing Burmese activist students, went out to dinner with my family (plus some) and was given a yellow 60th anniversary king shirt an elephant shirt and a stuffed animal dog, and then the next night (the night of the chicken foot) did a fair bit of carousing with friends.

Today I'm going to hike up to Doi Suthep -- a temple on a mountain. It's one of the more famous sites in Chiang Mai.