Couchfish Day 227: Don’t shoot a macaque John

Phetchaburi sits a couple of hours south of Bangkok by train. A compact town bisected by a north–south running river and about a dozen kilometres from the coast, the vibe is sleepy.

The yin and yang of Phetchaburi are sickly sweet egg desserts and a hilltop palace ruled by marauding macaques. There’s also a clutch of old temples, a cave complex and it i…