Back in Thailand – I don’t know if they put something in the water (which you obviously cant drink anyway) but it just feels nice. The food smells great as you walk past the street hawkers. The smell of sewage and decay, ever present in KK, is absent. People really do smile here more. And […]
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I don’t know what kind of school anyone else went to, but at mine I didn’t have beautiful bikini-clad teachers coming to get us out of bed to do tests. And there were never classes in the communal bedroom. At Balak, we’d pile into one half of the longhouse bedroom, and close the window shutters.
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KK – the sucker of life from the fountain of youth. Managed to actually achieve something today – didn’t manage yesterday – still felt like dog pooh.
