Phu Tan

12.3.

 

Its a very nasty place, easy to pick plastic here between the stilts of the huts on the

river shore, but the police kindly advises us to leave as soon as the high tide allows us to 

move the boat.

11.3.

Marcus, Anne and Mattis are back from Campuchia,

we welcome them with a spiffing to-do-list and fresh ironed working clothes.

Our DJ loverboy looks like he spent the last two weeks in a basement,

full of solarium neon lamps. 

Our boat battery ran out of power because we went to bed late listening mukke all night,

so the drinking connecting from neighbors boat towed us with their speedy brick transportation mobile.

Skipman and the driver collect friends like we collect dirty plastic bags and sandals.

Each time we stop, it takes a glimpse before we see them hanging out with new made homies,

eating fish, drinking rice schnapps.