Of spooks and spokes

On the night of the super blue blood moon eclipse I walked onto the balcony of my haunted hotel, and watched clouds scuttle across its surface until I couldn't tell what was eclipse and what was shadow. I’d stopped at the Champasak Palace Hotel in Pakse, south Laos, because it was supposed to be haunted, … Continue reading Of spooks and spokes

On the road again

Between the typhoons, the tarantulas, the Dengue scares and the rough rides on propeller planes low over the South China sea, it was, for me, an average Christmas break. But it was a break of a week that stretched into two, then three, and maybe because they had arrived exactly halfway through my trip around … Continue reading On the road again