We went to a theme park the other day. Like some sort of Krabi Town Disneyland. It was built on a hill so steep Yaree couldn’t drive the van up. We had to hitch a ride in a car of someone that worked there. It was raining. There were sexually suggestive native american your-face-here cutouts in Cowboy City. Cowboy City, struck me as comically American, with a comically Thai backdrop.