It was an unusually cold night for Bangkok, around eighteen degrees, and the men gathered on the wooden deck outside Wichit Saiklao's house on the river island of Ko Kret had not, until that evening, tasted any beer that any of them had brewed. There were ten of
There is no road to Ko Kret, and there has never been a bridge. To get there you stand on a concrete pier in the suburb of Pak Kret, on the northern edge of Bangkok, and wait for one of the small wooden ferries that crosses the hundred metres of
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