An old woman had fruit for sale on a bamboo table. The songthaew driver and his female companion stopped the truck and discussed my fate. It was a long walk back to Phi-lok, I was thinking. He tried to talk me into taking a songthaew tour of the park, and I declined in a monotone again and again, and avoided eye contact. He sighed, climbed into the truck, and took me to the Nakhon Thai bus station, where I killed an hour waiting for the bus to depart, getting dustier still and watching a few ducks peck the ground under a food vendor's table.
Some days are longer than others.
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