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In Koh Phangnan

It’s full of farang and hopeless young drunks. The beaches have been raped and retain a little glamour like street whores.
Small things make it slavagable: the lifers who went into the forest 20 years ago to eke out a living from the land, the locals who keep to themselves in village clusters away from foreigners except for clumsy ones who stuble onto them.
I had tea and food at a stall run by an Islam family. I was brought there by a person I just met and truck up a conversation with. Somehow, I can’t find food stalls in Koh Phangnan at all. This Thai staple, like fragrant rice, seemed to go into hiding from the farange hordes.
I’m invited to stay with a local in his hut on a mountain. Should I?
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  1. September 7, 2006 at 5:37 pm

    yes,no problem.you should stay with the local man,you can experience culture. 🙂

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