sweating, sweating

So, I'm trying to figure out if I'm sweating due to the heat and humidity in Thailand or due to the spices. Either way, it's not pretty.
After spending a few days in Bangkok riding the new Air Train, seeing buddhas and eating street food, we're now in Phuket.

Street Food: Poor A, all I do when we walk is pause and buy food. I really ought to be a fat rolly polly of a person... My conversations with street vendors are essentially like this:
me: Smile and point, and indicate that I want "one" with my index finger
vendor: starts to talk to me in Thai
me: smile but with a blank look-- "I don't speak thai"
vendor: hands over my goodies, and tells me the price
me: guessing the price (only by looking at their thai signs), I hand them money.

So, those transactions have gone well. But, the most hilarity was in a hole in the wall restaurant where no one spoke any english. I knew from the store front that they made their own noodles... so I asked the waitress for "gai (chicken), eww (noodles) and tom yuan, and used the #2 sign with my fingers to get 2. It turned out well, and it was super tasty and cheap!

Now, after taking a 747 to Phuket (yes, that many people come here!) I can see why people love this place. white sands, blue water and lax attitudes about swim wear (ahhh my eyes!) seem to all be accepted here.

Going to the crab shack tonight (you pay by pound! crusteacean love!)