He woke up alone. The bed was still warm. The night and the hangover from the day before stuck deep in his bones. What a woman.
She couldn’t have gone far. For the second time since his return to Cambodia, Maier was suddenly scared for his old girlfriend. He got up, put on a pair of shorts and went downstairs. It was just getting light. The guard lay snoring in his hammock. The sun would remain hidden behind the Elephant Mountains for a while yet and it was refreshingly cool. The early morning looked innocent; a few birds rushed over his head along the almost deserted shore road, an old woman stood by the roadside and, still half asleep, wrapped her krama around her head before she set off for the crab market, laden down with plastic buckets. Even at a considerable distance, he could make
