Si phan don

The 4000 islands...

And the run through Laos reaches towards an endpoint of sorts. Made the islands, chose the quieter village and reckon that it's a few days in the ghetto I need. And so two nights then two or three in the ghetto and find a bus to kratie or similar...

And I have no plan. Only a subtle regret at leaving Laos. And maybe of a return; there's time enough to find another adventure, and route, or indeed a sequence of such.

And today's wonderment is time: how quickly this last year has passed, distances which flutter and sequences of images; another kind of illusion upon these unexpected roads.

And once again the lights reflect along the river, voices carried upon the drifting current, between the sounds of night. And, if you listen carefully, the sound of rice growing...