The day starts early, with chickens clucking, ducks chattering, and children's cheerful voices. Early morning coolness and humidity in the air. Slow, sluggish walk through the paths between the houses. The ticket office doesn't open until eight, so breakfast first, as it should be. Farewell conversations, always the same. You vow to stay in touch, but you know full well that...
Every house, every room has its stories. Deeply sad, wistful, heartbreaking, but also wonderful, heart-filling stories. Stories of happiness and loss. Of betrayal and friendship. You are our witnesses. It is part of our world and our lives that yin and yang always work, that life and death always belong together. That's the only consolation I...
The view from my window shows a cloudless, deep blue sky. A perfect omen for this special day. Because today the first stage of the Nam Ou river trip to Luang Prabang is on the program. Hopefully this will be exactly the crazy trip I'm hoping for. So wild whirlpools and rapids and waves and shallows. And …
A strange day. It begins with bad omens and once again shows where superstition gets its power. Something urges us to leave, and indeed: despite an hour before departure, the bus is packed. The young lady who has control of access to the bus cannot escape my charm attack...