The hill is steep and muddy. There is no other way to tackle it, slide, steady, slide, rebalance, slide and onto the thin plank of wood leading to the boat. My feet become lighter as I stride carefully across the bowing wood, mud disembarking from the soles of my sandals with each step. Being a big bloke in Asia has many more negatives than positives. According to the locals, I’m ‘King Kong’ size and things here just ain’t built to accommodate ‘King Kong’. Seats are smaller and doorways are shorter. The bungalow we’ve been staying in shakes nervously on its stilts when I roll over in bed. Hann’s been having nightmares about our bed falling through the floor, 3 metres down to the ground below. My movements have since been restricted! The Khmer people seem to
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