Further to our previous entry, I have been reminde of two equally amusing incidents: The first occured as we ate out ant infested breakfast as Garden ket-hao in Chiang Rai. (We were still recovering, at this point from, the ruccus of orchestral music as we lay in that dubious place between consciousness and oblivion. Fortuantely for Lucy, she has not seen the original Wicker Man film and therefore did not make the utterly terrifying connection. She had not a clue what was going on as I quickly bolted the door.) Finishing my water-egg, i looked up to see a rather comical
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