Sometime not long after the turn of this century, I travelled, again to Thailand to see my cousin and his wife and toddler daughter. Andy was working heavily on a film, so Pasalee, Mamiao and I travelled to her home town of Trat, near the Cambodian border for a few relentlessly rainy, impenetrable days, and then Pasalee and I caught the very wet, unsheltered ferry to Koh Chang. We stayed at a resort at Lonely Beach in tiny individual wooden huts with straw roofs, and a sandy mattress and requisite mosquito net plus little oil lamp and towel as blanket. The windows were one tiny, un-paned square. If you needed to go to the toilet, you visited a roofless little stone grotto to squat,…