After a brilliant run and boozy circle, was last to leave the run site (as usual) and, to one's ecstatic pleasure, discovered one had a flat tyre. After failing to find a mechanic in the nearby village (at whatsaname crossroads), headed back towards Songkhka and stopped at a roadside shop with many locals in evidence. They proceeded to wine me, dine me and repair my machine over the course of a couple of hours or so, with all attempts at payment respectfully refused. Wonderful people and a truly humbling experience that I will never forget.
The only slight downer to the day was an obligatory anti-British diatribe in the Office later on courtesy of the Dane and le Frenchy (putting our supposed 'advanced' social tendency well into perspective), but which made France's loss of the euro's, Hamilton's Grand Prix win, the recent Tour de France successes and Murray's Wimbledon all the more sweet!
... and woke up in the bath this morning wearing one sock, so all is well.