It was not a day I would repeat, but it was one I would never miss.
245. | The Gibbon Experience III.
This is my first post without writing a single letter. Let a short video do the talking instead of me.
242. | The Gibbon Experience II.
Moderate gibbon sightings, adrenaline over the jungle, a tree house in the sky. But the strongest rope was not the wire, but the one stretched between us.
241. | The Gibbon Experience I.
I think it was love at first sight. Ziplining over the jungle, tree houses in the canopy, the sound of gibbons at dawn. By the time you read this, I’ll be there.
240. | People in Laos
In Laos, adults are more aloof, but the children’s openness took me back to the world of my own childhood for a short time.
237. | Houayxay
After 36 years, back in a socialist country. After buses, borders and a dozen small surprises. The beginning of a new country on the banks of the Mekong.
236. | Chiang Rai
A blue church instead of a white one. And a clock tower that plays music that I will never forget.
235. | Laos
My Thai visa is expiring, so I’m choosing a new direction. Bus to Chiang Rai, then across the Mekong to Laos. I know almost nothing about it. Maybe that’s why it’s exciting.
232. | Two adventurous days around Pai
I loved spending the whole day observing my surroundings with effortless attention. It felt like my boat was swimming with the fish.
230. | Pai
Pai’s terrace gave me friends, a rat gave me patience, and a water bottle taught me to let go of what I didn’t want to let go of.