After 5 hours trekking into the Thai Jungle, near the Bridge on the River Kwai, we found a local Karen village and stayed over night in a bamboo hut. In the morning I was called over by the interpreter who was watching our guide dig into a small hill with a hoe.
“What’s he doing?” I asked.
“Finding you as spider,” said our interpreter.
Great.
Two minutes later and a monster tarantula arachnid was dragged from his, surprisingly deep, hole. He was completely wild, even livid, at being woken up this early in the morning and tramped around and reared up to scare us way. The guide however, simply grabbed him and swung him into view.
Held expertly by the guide we were shown the spider’s fangs, which were a good inch long. He wasn’t happy. The guide brought him closer and I gingerly stroked his foot; it felt soft and warm. Cesca, eyes half closed through fear, touched a random part of him and stroked.
“That’s his balls your stroking,” I said and she shrieked.
After this violation, the spider was placed back into his nest. No doubt he will move somewhere quieter the next day!
Thank god the guide didn’t eat it, which is apparently the normal procedure!
Regards,
Basho
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