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…so my thai wife comes back home and said there’s been a shoot up. Her voice is raised and her arm waving is extreme. Now ‘shoot up’ I have to consider, because it could mean different stories depending if you are a farang or thai or something in between. Like a ladyboy.

Seems serious, so I wait patiently while she unwinds and starts talking English speak. Police come from Bangkok, some ten hours away, to break up a gang of drug pushers. Yaa Baa is an amphetamine, keeps the long distance truckers awake.

It’s dinner time, still light, peaceful country setting. So there are the police chasing these guys past her sister’s house, her cousin’s house, and her aunt’s house – you get the picture. The gangsters are hanging out of their pick-up firing pistols at the police – the police are firing back – gunshots.

At one house, her cousin and the cousin’s daughter are eating on the front patio. It’s a meal to savour, every Thai loves dinner. Thai food is not to be sneezed at, unless you are allergic to chilli peppers – hot ones – and I mean hot ones that would have you climbing the walls if you accidently swallowed one. Pork, chicken and seafood with rice.

So this cowboy scene from “Gunslinger” rushes past and the cousin grabs her daughter and hides inside the house.

As you would. Wouldn’t you?

Some five miuntes later, when the coast is clear and there’s no sign of a return battle, her cousin and daughter go back out to their meal.

What meal? Their dog had scoffed the lot. An iron stomach.

PS: the police burst the tyres, caught the five gangsters. Her cousin – well I won’t tell you what happened to their dog…

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