I found this book at a restaurant on a beach in Koh Samui where I had a Greek Salad. It's a really interesting true story about a guy searching for the true story of a knight who claimed to have travelled the world, discovering bizarre creatures and unheard of lands. Several towns claimed themselves as where he was born or where he died and left his bones. It turns out he may have just been a drunken liar. I remember the drawings in this book as particularly cool linocuts from the original book that he published about his travels, of fat, hairy one eyed creatures and exotically loose women. I remember the place I found this book every time I think of the story, it was a huge bungalow under the stars and I wanted to stay there all night; it was so warm and lovely, but a huge family came and took up so much space with their yelling kids that I was forced to go back to my hotel that had a thin pool that ran in between the two-storied rooms. I swam down to the very end and discovered that all of the rooms were empty, save one nearest to mine, and the very end of the pool was in complete darkness and bats were swooping over it to drink. The other end of the pool stopped right at the street, just a foot or two above eye level, where I could watch locals and tourists wandering by the neon signs for spas where the fish eat your dead skin.
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