Kalok was a great little town.
You wouldn't know you were in a war zone unless you looked closely.
'What the fuck you mean,' said Max, we were in the 7-Eleven buying up on snacks and cigs, 'have a look around you,' I did, 'it's full of fucking military.'
He did have a point.
My powers of observation are a bit slack at times.
Outside the 7-Eleven, were parked motorbikes with their seats up.
'Any idea about that Max,' I asked.
'So the military can fucking see that it hasn't got a bomb planted inside it.'
Those bombs under the seats of Honda Dreams could do a lot of damage, I said.
No sooner had I spoke, a bike across the road, near a massage parlor joint, exploded in a thousand and one pieces. The last piece ricocheted off a steal electricity pole and maimed a mangy street dog.
The yelp coming from that mutt was astounding.
'It was only a nick for Christ Sake,' said Max, who handed the cash to cashier, a Muslim wearing a hijab.
The windows of the 7-Eleven shattered as ball bearings and nails flew at us. The Thai soldiers just continued their shopping. They had flak jackets on and weren't perturbed one little bit.
This was our introduction to Kalok, and I can't say I was disappointed.
We were here to clean up this mess.
And once Abdul was taken care of, things might just calm down.
We owed it to the population living down here.
No one needed to live in fear.
You wouldn't know you were in a war zone unless you looked closely.
'What the fuck you mean,' said Max, we were in the 7-Eleven buying up on snacks and cigs, 'have a look around you,' I did, 'it's full of fucking military.'
He did have a point.
My powers of observation are a bit slack at times.
Outside the 7-Eleven, were parked motorbikes with their seats up.
'Any idea about that Max,' I asked.
'So the military can fucking see that it hasn't got a bomb planted inside it.'
Those bombs under the seats of Honda Dreams could do a lot of damage, I said.
No sooner had I spoke, a bike across the road, near a massage parlor joint, exploded in a thousand and one pieces. The last piece ricocheted off a steal electricity pole and maimed a mangy street dog.
The yelp coming from that mutt was astounding.
'It was only a nick for Christ Sake,' said Max, who handed the cash to cashier, a Muslim wearing a hijab.
The windows of the 7-Eleven shattered as ball bearings and nails flew at us. The Thai soldiers just continued their shopping. They had flak jackets on and weren't perturbed one little bit.
This was our introduction to Kalok, and I can't say I was disappointed.
We were here to clean up this mess.
And once Abdul was taken care of, things might just calm down.
We owed it to the population living down here.
No one needed to live in fear.
