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[Don Det, 3/29/23] As I was typing in One More Bar, Ken the owner, Miha and a Brit from Bradford, let’s call him Ian, told me they’re going to look at a chicken. “Is this a joke?” “No, we’re serious,” Ian said. “He’s very interesting.” Miha, “He looks at you and follows you…
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[Don Det, 3/27/23] Just 20 years ago, the first tourists arrived in Don Det. The only electricity was at restaurants and guesthouses with generators…
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[writing station inside Stung Treng Market, 3/23/23] This morning, I bought an $18 ticket for Don Det, Laos, so this is my last full day in Cambodia…
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[Lensic Theater in Santa Fe, 2/27/08] If you don’t care for contemporary poetry, just skip this post! A week ago, a student at Fulton Science Academy…
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[Stung Treng, 3/20/23] In Hanoi’s Old Quarter, there are streets named Hat, Fan, Pen, Cotton, Comb and Coffin, etc. As their names indicate, each sells…
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[Stung Treng, 3/11/23] My trip to Stung Treng was much more stressful than expected. In fact, an overworked yet much cursed part of my body deserves the…
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[Phnom Penh, 3/9/23] Very early tomorrow, I’ll take a $15 bus to Stung Treng, a town no one has heard of. Even those who live there are shocked to learn…
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[Phnom Penh, 3/7/23] It’s 10AM. I’ve had my coffee but no breakfast, and yet, I’m already at my plastic table on the sidewalk, in the shade of a…
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