Leaving Laos
September 21st 2005 The motorbike wobbled protestingly as we involuntarily headed for the nearest tree.
"Go faster!" said the exuberant bundle of ballast perched precariously behind me. At 82, my uncle was the oldest surviving member of my family and seemed keen to end his innings right there and then. "Not on my watch, uncle", I yelled back, wondering how I would explain this to my parents.
Travelling through L
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