Through the smoke I could see that the dead were rising. Zombies shuffled towards me in zig-zag lurches. Behind them – massive, glittering and carpeted in marigolds, were floats. Sitting high on one was a woman, dressed like a royal Thai princess in luxurious pha biang silk shawls, her head topped with a glittering mirror-mosaic crown. She smiled and waved at the crowds.
One of the zombies – a giant, brandishing a sword and wearing Ray Bans, caught sight of me.
“Farang!’ he shouted, grinning broadly and nudging his friend, “Farang! Welcome to Nakhon!”
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