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So it was a Friday when I left
It was five hours to Trat in a big, comfortable bus with air-con and recliner seats. A telly at the front showed a DVD of The Shawshank Redemption, dubbed into Thai; there werenâ€™t any subtitles but I know the film so well that I got the gist of pretty much every conversation. I even quite enjoyed it. As soon as we reached the point that loses least in translation ďż˝" the opera over the tannoy ďż˝" the DVD started skipping. On our arrival I took a room in the rustic wooden Windy Guest House, had some dinner and went to bed.
I hadnâ€™t intended to spend a day in Trat but I needed a passport photo to get a Cambodian visa and I couldnâ€™t get one in time to cross the border today. I lost any number of days through this sort of incompetence, but Trat wasnâ€™t the worst place to get stuck: a quiet, reasonably interesting little place, though there wasnâ€™t much to see. Bought a bottle of Tratâ€™s most famous export ďż˝" some medicinal oil a bit like Tiger Balm, a sniff of which could banish nausea or cool the itch from mosquito bites. I eventually dropped this bottle in a dorm in
Went to a local guesthouse to get advice on travel in Cambodia; Iâ€™d tried to get a room there last night but it was full, and the guy led me to the Windy GH with the word that if I needed information I should come to him. So I did. The guy arrived on a motorbike and beckoned me to follow him. Shrugging, I did so, though I didnâ€™t see why he couldnâ€™t advise me from the bar. Turns out he didnâ€™t want to. There was a snake lying in the road outside, a couple of feet long and a nondescript dark brown. As I watched a young Thai came up and started bashing at this snake with the side of a plank of wood, again and again, while still it moved, until it finally stopped and he manoeuvred it at armâ€™s length onto the plank. It twitched again and he jumped a mile. I can only assume it could have killed him.