Every single thing here is unbelievably hot; the food, the cold shower I needed was hot, the fridge with my water and beer in; hot. Not quite everything, I forgot about the ladyboys; they’re a weird creature that needs to be accepted by the many, floating somewhere in the abyss between genders, definitely not a man, and most definitely not a woman. They’re a car crash. Maybe I’d just found the wrong ones. Yet you still can’t help shoot the briefest of glances over, to observe, whilst quickly moving on. Back to a sweaty sleep.