Huntin the hill tribes
October 13th 2005 An hour from town, a battered old sign in indecipherable Thai just past the bridge is all I have to go on. I turn off the tarmac road, pausing briefly to comprehend the steep rutted mud track disappearing into the forest. Time for my 100cc Honda dream-machine to go off-road. Slip sliding through the forest steering with my feet, the back wheel sprays orange mud about the place and demonstrates a w
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