Four countries, five airports, and 60 hours later, I’m almost home. I look out of the Minneapolis airport—creaking by on around 4 hours of sleep for the whole trip, wondering if I’m just writing dribble and will have to scratch all this later—and I feel a growing dread. Across the tarmac, dead poplar and … More Ending Asia: What’s Left of this then Bob?
There’s no place that manages the peace Luang Prabang does. Coming direct from Hanoi, it’s less like stepping into another country, more like drifting into a different dimension. I came from the city, from a 26 hour bus romp through the mountains, and suddenly I was in Lotus Land. I leave my guesthouse in the … More Finding Laos Part 1: Luang Prabang’s Manufactured Peace