Wow, I thought military coups and dislocated shoulders were as dramatic as it would get. Wrong.
On 29th December, we were enjoying dinner in a clifftop restaurant at our beautiful island resort when smoke billowed over the patio and we had to run to discover its source: a bungalow in the direction of ours in flames. It wasn't ours, thank god, but the one next to it.
It's the dry season and the thing went up so quickly anyone asleep inside would not have got out. Luckily no one was home. The next real fear was of the fire spreading to other bungalows, so everyone packed what they could and cleared out. Those of us with a torch, steady feet and a bit of cool-headedness combined to look after little kids, warn others and set up a chain of buckets while the owner rigged up a hose. No other bungalows caught fire, but it's incredible to see the destruction caused by dodgy wiring.
And to top it off, some nutters bomb Bangkok on new year's eve when I'm there.
Happy new year!
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