It was truly awesome.
There had been regular bombings of hotels and bars by terrorists claiming to be members of south Thailand insurgency groups, so it was not completely safe ever, but the cousins took them to a fairly remote hotel on the edge of the park where they would pass relatively unnoticed and be as safe as possible in an area where hundreds of people of all religions were killed or maimed every year and had been for decades.
Owned by Muslims, the hotel did not serve alcohol, but as they sat drinking fruit juice on the terrace overlooking the jungle canopy in the valley below, Alice spoke.
“I have a half bottle of vodka in my bag and we have nine more in our room. It is not that it is illegal to drink alcohol here, it is just that the owner chooses not to sell it.”
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