The small boat rocked precariously as I stepped onto a rickety wooden landing stage and walked the few metres to the entrance of the tiny cemetery. Shrouded by the broad canopy and trailing branches of a towering tree, the stone steps and narrow split gate were almost hidden from sight. A pair of green-painted statues, the cemetery guardians, surveyed me silently as I entered their domain. The air was clammy, and the atmosphere heavy and eerie...more