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Western alphabet, making it even more impenetrable. However, when I got back to my hotel, I found that my backpack had arrived without difficulty, so my psychological comfort level was high. And I was looking forward to the following day: a visit to Sukothai, the site I had come to Phitsanulok to see.
About 9 am the next morning, I met Chow, my
driver, a tall, thin, attractive woman in her 40s. She was
friendly and laughed easily, and
I liked her immediately. She spoke little English but
produced a Lonely Planet Thai phrase book, which I
explored during our drive. Any facility I have with
languages ends with tonal languages, I'm afraid, but
between Chow and the phrase book, I
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