I&rsquom sitting on the edge of a wooden seat, crouching as our boat floats underneath the leaf of a banana tree. The sound of the boat&rsquos engine is louder than our voices, and my companions and I are inaudible to each other. &ldquoWhere are we going next&rdquo I shout politely to Phi James. He responds with, &ldquoIt&rsquos 11 am, ka&rdquo clearly misunderstanding my question. I try again, this time wildly waving my hands in an attempt to be more articulate. Luckily, before he tells me the month next, the speedboat comes to a halt.






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