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Friday, 27 January 2012

More Cows

Khong Chiam, Thailand

The ferry crossing.
Today the air is clear and dry.  A very bright, white, half moon hangs in the blue, early morning sky.  A cream coloured cow licks the turn signal on a motorcycle.  Taste test.  Three women squatting on their haunches on the river bank.  Subdued voices.  River level dropped down two and a half metres since the end of the rains.  A tan coloured cow chews on a rusty piece of sheet metal.  A bull saunters down the concrete ramp, stands still, pisses.  A dugout river canoe with a motor putters around the bend and chugs its way upstream.  There are four people in the canoe.
Someone in a red shirt is bailing.

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