Still in Chiang Mai, delayed by this body, so unwilling and unwieldy. If the physical truly is self, it must be someone else's self, because it certainly doesn't act according to my wishes. 'labbhetha ca rupe...'
But staying on gave me time to visit one of the only monasteries in the area that still makes its own robes. As a test, I brought them my robe material, 18 square metres of cotton cloth as thick as an army tent, undyed. A nine-fingered monk greeted us at the road, and immediately took up the challenge. Tomorrow we see the outcome. If he actually succeeded, I might just have one of the thickest robes in thailand... no more worries about walking meditation at night (if I can actually walk in it...)