Thanks lomatopo, I know most names on this board and have never come across you, so thanks for replying, and I am positive you are right. When I first went back to Bangkok after a long absence, my first day was spent in Chinatown. I was younger, eager to see everything again,and raced from one place to another and it was in Chinatown that I went down like a sack of potato. It was 38, I had no water, I was invincible. The last thing I remembered was a nurse saying there's no pulse, this one isn't going to make it, then an old timber ambulance and a hospital room. To this day I haven't been back to Chinatown, but I will in a couple of weeks, regards bkkrop