A series of anecdotes about a year spent working in the Thai jungle for Thai wages with Thai/Burmese people - Sentenced to a year of this by empty wallets and long since departed brain cells.
LK and his mate:
We'd been working up the mountain for a week or so when our employer deemed it necessary that we should be given a pair of lackies. A couple of the locals to help us with the task at hand, which in this case was the clearance of some 100 rai of virgin tropical monsoon rainforest.
We'd been introduced to most of our colleagues and had quickly deduced that they were a pleasant albeit rather odourous bunch of gentlemen. Whilst we would work in combat trousers and light t-shirts, these chaps would don ill fitting jeans (either too big or so tight their bollocks would burst), sweatshirt upon sweatshirt, scarves, balaclavas and wooly mittens ; no wonder the pungency of the whoft was so potent. (remember; it tends to get rather humid in the tropics, Betty Swallocks was a common nickname up on the mountain)
We arrived at nigh on the summit of the mountain we were working on (we'd work from summit to foot) and told that our new friends had already made the journey and were apparently eagerly hacking away at the dense undergrowth.
The jeep which delivered us, a huge vat of water and our tools (machete's, rakes, (we had to burn the shit we cut) and strimmers) made a U-turn and buggered off back down the mountain, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
First things first though, old chap, where in the name of a red ant's right testicle are these new fellows?
We searched around, listening for any sign of jungle demolishion...nothing...we were met with an eery silence.
"Fuck, they think we're rich, the bastards are going to jump out of the bushes and ambush us..quick, pass me the fucking machete..I'm not going out like this"
5 minutes past and still we heard or saw nothing..then, suddenly...'bump'.."what the fuck was that?"..then again but with more frequency this time..'bump'....'bump....'bump'.....bump'...
It sounded like large boulders were being tossed in our direction.
"Bloody hell, they're launching an arial attack!"
Our focus was directed to the canopy of coconut trees above us; it was then we caught our first sighting of one of our new pals, plucking his breakfast from a tree, a good 50 feet high.
We glanced at the pile of cocnuts he'd assembled and noticed a skinned jungle rat, slow cooking over an efficient fire of embers next to it. Quite an innovative chap, our new mate.
Right, so that's one little piggy, where the other.
A rustling in a thicket behind us captured our attention; machetes were raised accordingly..
An elderly chap, rose alarmingly quickly from a horizantal dozing position in the bush and started blindly hacking away at a bramble bush, sickle in one hand, bottle of Lau Kau clutched tightly, almost lovingly, in the other.
Just take a little snooze did we, old bean?
So, there we have them; LK and his mate.