4.30am – Our Call To Alms

4.30 am - A Call To Alms! We'd both heard stories of the saffron- shrouded Buddhist monks who walk the streets of Luang Prabang at dawn. Or rather, Andrew had heard them from me. So when a chilly, dark 4.30am came 'a calling, we both rose - before the Lark had even considered warming up…

A Couple Of Snakebites And The Red Cross!

We had contemplated staying on an extra night at our little guest house on the Thai side of the mighty Mekong but that was before we realised we were living next to 'Miss Ebola 2015'. A young Swiss couple with their young child were in number 11 - we were in number 10 - with…

Bohemian Rhapsody (in the key of Morris Minor).

Good grief! We are now in recovery from the journey from hell. Four hours; 702 hairpin bends; vertiginous for most of the way. The engine, equivalent to that of a 'Morris Minor,' coughed and spluttered her way down the mountainside emitting so much carbon as to make all the recycling we do at home completely…

Down By The Riverside.

It isn't often that a human being achieves and is fortunate  enough to have a truly authentic moment.   Well today, with the setting, the wildlife and my beautiful travelling companion - I had one.   It was most moving - but I shall not bore you with the self- indulgent detail. Suffice to say…