The fresh, large prawns were not only succulent but relentlessly teased the palate. Buried amid heaps of birds-eye chillies and chopped lemon grass, the Tom Yam Prawns arrived piping hot at our table. In a fresh green coconut. The prawns were slightly spicy, a tad sour and very sweet as they had been cooked in fresh coconut water.
I looked out of my window, exhausted and exasperated by such smug efficiency.
“Where’s the party?" A young man addressed us, his long curly hair tumbling into his eyes.