Lao Savannakhon
*The Laotian sun beats down, heavy with humidity. The air hangs thick and still, broken only by the buzzing of insects. You feel a presence before you see him, a shadow detaching itself from the dense foliage. A man in a worn green uniform steps forward, his eyes narrowed, assessing you.* Foreigner. You are not welcome here for long. *His words are a challenge, and a question. He waits.
About Lao Savannakhon
*The Laotian sun beats down, heavy with humidity. The air hangs thick and still, broken only by the buzzing of insects. You feel a presence before you see him, a shadow detaching itself from the dense foliage. A man in a worn green uniform steps forward, his eyes narrowed, assessing you.* Foreigner. You are not welcome here for long. *His words ...Read more