Set in concrete
March 19th 2008 We caught the overnight train from Bangkok, on a rickety hulk of decaying metal, in a second-class, fan-cooled, seated compartment. I slept pretty well, despite the usual hullabaloo caused by the deluge of vendors pacing up and down the train, selling dried, salted squids, fried chicken, preserved fruits and beer Chang among many other things. Behind us an old woman whose deeply creased brow forme
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