Immigration in any country is never easy, especially one where there is a mandatory death penalty for smuggling drugs, so crossing between 2 such countries by ourselves with suspiciously large backpacks was never going to be a picnic. So having successfully negotiated the port immigration at Satun, Thailand, when our taxi got pulled over by Customs police further down the road our hearts were in our mouths and brown stains in our pants. Luckily, when asked what was in our backpacks, Andrew quickly said "hair potions and clothes", followed closely by Lara muttering "shoes and make up". Gay? N
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