All journeys are alike, but everyone experiences them differently; part
of the beauty of travel is how it intensifies the differences. You are reading
my account of one month in one city in Laos--my imperfect renderings of what I
saw and felt and did. The shards of my experience. Others have their own
perceptions and realities. But everybody, from tourists to refugees, pilgrims
to passport stamp-collectors, is a steward of story. Below is my attempt to
make meaning of my memories, sifting through the stones and harvesting the gems
to arrange into a mosaic of bones and dreams, my love affair with Laos.
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