Dom took a clump of sticky rice, shaped it into a mound, stuck a piece of sausage onto it, and handed it to me.
"Take this and go put on the ground. Don't throw, be careful, and after you put down, do like this."
He lifted his hands and bowed his head in a praying gesture.
And I probably looked a little confused.
"Thai people, when we eat near the road, we need to give some food first for ghost. Have many ghost they live here."
"Okay."
I carefully placed the rice on the grass, making a little praying motion, and then we started to eat (and this, by the way, was one of the most incredibly delicious meals I've had in my life, definitely worth flying 17 hours for). Within minutes, a mangy cream colored dog came trotting along the road towards us. He spotted the sausage on the ground, headed straight for it and gobbled it down.
"Hmm...is that the ghost?" I sort of jokingly asked.
"I don't know. Can be."
We ate until we couldn't eat anymore, and then we fed the rest to the dog. Whether he was a ghost or not, I don't know. But that scraggly dog appeared out of nowhere on a deserted road at exactly the right time. Remember that the next time you're about to eat in your car.

