Once stinkydog was drying out in the hot Thai sun, did its pungent aroma hit me, eau de doggy. That lovely month-old-dead-rat-under-the-fridge smell, I'm sure you know it. Fortunately, the wind was blowing a gale for the most part and we didn't have to suffer stinkydog's perfume too much. It was pretty bad though, but in retrospect not as bad as the sights awaiting us as we converged on its rotting corpse for a closer look. I was still prodding stinkydog a bit and marvelling at its rubberiness. It felt like it had no skeleton at all in there. Pretty nasty stuff to say the least. But the images we then captured gave me nightmares that night...