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25. Krabbi The next day I got a minibus across the border to Thailand & now I'm in Krabbi. A man called Dan (Chloe he is a proper mus-les, but then sometimes morphs into a ragie bitter londoner) came with me & I really wish he would go away. It is wierd, he really doesn't want to be around me because I'm not enough of a saddo-traveller, but he won't go. There are only guesthouses in Thailand, it is nice to have my own room as it is much easier to sleep, I don't get shouted at by crabby old men & I get total control over the fan, but there are only couples locked away on their own, so no friends. However I guess I can do without friends like Trevor & Dan & many of the other horrendous freaks that are drawn to Asia. |
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