I was just about packed, but the sole had been flapping off my trainer for a couple of days already. I still had half an hour before I had to leave for Bangkok airport, so I figured I had time to fix it.
I applied superglue to both surfaces, pressed them together, put the shoe on the floor, and realised that I’d superglued all the fingers of my right hand together.
And so it began.
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I hadn’t heard much of their music, although I knew the name. That’s one of the problems with being an expat in Asia – you become completely disconnected from the music scene of the West, particularly anything that could possibly be construed as “indie”.
A slideshow to illustrate my realisation of precisely why professional music photographers do not use their iPhones for gig photography. Photoset here.
The archipelago of Langkawi had come recommended by a few people, all of whose identities are now lost in the mists of time. I do know that after I booked the trip, I asked the people who I thought had recommended it for tips. Responses included “Never been there. Looks nice though”, “Yes, I went there but never left the resort, so can’t recommend anything”, “No, I was going to go but didn’t”, and of course “I think there were monkeys, but I was drunk”.
Tucked away over in Rayong province, a little way short of Rayong Town, lies a small town called Laem Mae Phim. A very small town, in fact. It’s more like a road.
On one side of the road – the beach with its overhanging restaurants and bars. On the other side – the hotels and a handful of shops. And for a weekend trip, I didn’t need anything more.
Eventually, I will run out of things to say about Cambodia, or at least its capital. By my reckoning, these were my fifth and sixth trips to Phnom Penh, three months apart.
