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  • 140. Toolkit for the underwhelming day

    Today I took a 120 kilometre drive from Luang Prabang to Nong Khaiw. Four hours later, covered in Laos dust, I understood the trauma of a running shoe in a dryer. Sure, there might have been some extraordinary scenery, but I mostly remember the dust. Dust in my hair, dust in my lungs, dust all over…

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  • 139. The spirits we forget to honour

    The more time I spend in Laos, the more I realise how many worlds can sit quietly on top of each other. Here, animism – Satsana Phi, the spirit religion – threads itself through everyday life. Even in a country that is mostly Buddhist, the belief in phi (spirits who inhabit rivers, mountains, rice fields, trees, families, clans,…

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  • 138. A blessing I never saw coming

    I walked in from a quiet side street into the modest Vat That Luang temple today thinking I was just going to watch a ceremony. But in a glorious twist of fate, I was the only one that showed so the ceremony was for me. It was a Baci Blessing – a Lao ritual to…

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  • 137. 中国,请解释。 (China. Please explain.)

     This morning at the Vang Vieng train station, I accidentally became China-famous. A man scanned a sea of empty seats and chose the one directly beside me. Moments later his entire tour group assembled opposite us, giggling like we were about to film a talk show, and very politely asked if they could take photos……

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  • 136. Listening to the music instead of the noise.

    Someone on Insta chat asked me the other day if I was having any Laos revelations yet. Like it was only a matter of time. There’s this persistent idea that a mid-life woman travelling alone must be either in crisis or on some kind of spiritual quest.As though the minute we cross a border we’re legally required…

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  • 135. Looking for a sign? Have I got the place for you.

     Today’s dispatch from Laos comes to you live from a series of signs that briefly convinced my amygdala I was in grave danger until it turned out I am absolutely fine. First up: Food is strictly prohibited in this area.Fair. Reasonable. We don’t have to eat everywhere do we?But I still felt strangely scolded, like…

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