A more relaxed start to the day, the plan being to walk to the old walled city to have a look around.

It was a warm day, noisy and crowded. We found our way there with little trouble and had a quick look round yet another tat-filled market.

How anybody makes a profit here beats me.

I took a few pictures of the remnants of the old city walls.

We then entered a promising looking gate.

Turns out it was just the entry to a Burmese temple. We withdrew and walked further along the old city boundary until we found the Chiang Mai gate.

We walked on.

We walked on.

By this time, we needed sustenance. We found a decent looking café and partook of coffee (me), Moroccan mint tea (Jean), sharing a “superstar” waffle.

We walked on.

And entered an absolutely huge temple complex, for which we paid the princely sum of 50 baht (about £1.10) each.

We walked on.

Although this was all magnificent, we were well and truly templed out by now (there are 38 temples in the old city alone). So we resolved to visit the Three Kings Monument and return to the hotel thereafter.

We had no idea what this was about, and there was no description in English. There’s an explanation at https://thailandtourismdirectory.go.th/en/attraction/331.

To get back to the hotel, we dared a tuk-tuk.

Quite an experience! They are remarkably quick and the fare was 150 baht (less than 4 quid). I had to prop my left leg up on a ledge above and ahead of the seat, as I couldn’t bend my knee sufficiently to sit properly. However, he delivered us (reasonably) safely to the front of the hotel.

We both needed a drink after that. Jean tried a “Queen Elizabeth” cocktail:

I had a pint.

Later, we finally managed to make our dinner reservation at the Bodhi Terrace Thai restaurant onsite.

Well, that was the end of another busy day. We have a relatively civilised leaving time tomorrow (10.15 a.m.) to get to Chiang Mai Airport for the short hop to Bangkok tomorrow morning, so packing to be done and departure preparations made.

Our last internal flight tomorrow morning. Let’s see how that goes.