Finally and reluctantly acknowledging me through a drawn face that quite clearly declared that, I seriously can not be arsed with any of your shit ever, the waitress at the beach restaurant welcomed me with an, at-best spiky,
We have moved on from India and met our friend Hazel in Bangkok. We shifted to Tratt and then a boat to Koh Kood: a tiny island in rainy season with dense, tropical forest and waterfalls. And boy did the water fall. Here is a post about a rain that came and the wonderfulness of Collette.