Just like Pavlov’s dog, the crisp sound of the can of beer being cracked open was enough to get the saliva flowing; the soothing sting of the ice-cold metal against my clammy skin sending a shiver of delight down my spine.
I sunk into the wooden bench, taking my time as I slowly stretched out my legs, crippled by the cramped seven hour bus journey from Siem Reap in Cambodia to the border at Poipet, before being bundled on board another bus for the five hour journey to Trat in Thailand.
It had been a long day. A confusing day. A day of delights coupled with frustrations. A day that pushed my patience. A day of waiting in queue after queue after queue.
But finally the end was in sight.
Minutes earlier, we had boarded the ferry for the half hour journey from Trat to Koh Chang, Thailand’s second largest…
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