Death and taxes in southern Laos
March 1st 2007 An eerie orb of light cast over the tarmac is our only lifeline as we race through the night in hot pursuit. The moped’s momentum whips smoke from village fires into surreal meteor showers riddled with mosquitoes which shoot up through the headlamp and into our faces like tracer fire. With no crash hat or visor, the only option is to angle my head down, squint my eyes, and keep a constant vigil
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