The night had been short. After the Buddhist festival, the yougsters of the village gathered for some dancing and the loud music kept us awake till it stopped, around 2AM. It is then that most started returning back to their floating houses silently when paddling but the roar of some engines suprised us. The local gekoes were particularly loud too. Once all was finally silent, the rain started drumming on the tin roof and I could hear myself laughting loudly under my mosquito net. Satisfied that the roof was not leaking on us and the camera equipment, sleep caught up with us... till the roosters woke up... at the first lights!
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