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So incidentally, the place where I stumbled was Kanchanaburi, a place of recent infamy due to the gunning down of two British tourists. Here's an eerie thing. They were staying in the same bungalow - B12, at the same resort - 'Sugar Cane', as we were, when on our little peregrination into the countryside this May.

I also got myself into a little bother with a local Bobby, too, that evening while riding our hired motorbike back to 'Sugar Cane'. The 4 large bottles of lager after 47 days of abstention inexplicably cause me to go the wrong way up a one-way street. Fortunately, aforementioned Peeler did not feel that taking out his revolver and pumping three bullets into my stomach and head was appropriate admonishment for my malfeasance. In fact he found the stupid Farang rather amusing and waved us on to weave back into the night.

I shall certainly think twice before complaining about my eggs on toast again, though, which is one of my numerous proclivities. The usual jeremiad is that either the albumen is aqueous or the yolk adamantine. The perfect fried egg can be onerous to appropriate. I shall be less fastidious in future.

Anyway, as usual, I have great intentions about this blog and shall be back again tomorrow.

Bye bye Blog. Bye bye happiness. Hello loneliness. I think I'm going to blog.