October 1997: The Road ahead was long, dusty and windey, The Bus crew had taken ages to pack it full of its wheat,rice,goats, chickens and human cargo for the trip to Luang Prabang. With no room to stretch on the long journey ahead I had proposed to the driver that I could sit atop of the bus for a while? A crew member stepped in and informed me that they could no longer do that because 2 french travelers a month ago had been shot and wounded by Rebel soldiers in the area and they were targeting foreigners more often. I'm not arguing with that so I took my place in the bus amongst the wheat bags. As night fell the darkness overwhelmed the bus as if we were traveling through space, the jungle so thick
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