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Road to Laksao, 9:26 am

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/02/21 at 09:16

The road is on an embankment connecting I don’t know how many little islands. Around me, forested hilltops nda flooded valleys, dead trees sticking up from the mirror smooth surface of the water. My eyes are streaming with tears from the chilly head wind as I connect swooping turn with swooping turn as fast as I dare go. I can’t help but scream with joy.

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Kiroro ski resort, Expert A course, 1:46 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2018/01/31 at 05:00

It’s cold, if there’s even a slight gap my armour of winter clothing I feel it immediately. It’s snowing, the icy flakes sting the exposed skin of my face and stick to my beard, forming.a frozen mask around my mouth. Visibility is low, at most some 50 meters before the world disappears in a thick milky fog. Given the circumstances you’d think that I’d be miserable but I’m ecstatic; I’m literally ass deep in soft fluffy powder with a snowboard under my feet and it feels like surfing on clouds. Bloody awesome!

Plain of jars site 2, 10:58 am

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/13 at 03:09

I’m on a low forested hill. Scattered all around me are large stone jars, roughly cylindrical in shape, differing in size but generally a bit bigger than a person. Most are standing straight but some are canted over and few lying flat on the ground. They were carved by some ancient people, supposedly for burying their dead, and have been left here for thousands of years. The jars show their age, they are covered by moss and lichen and many of them have been cracked or broken. I get an Indiana Jones kind of feeling about this place, but then there are the tourists; a whole bus load of middle aged Europeans snapping away with their smartphones. I am a tourist too, there’s no way I can deceive myself to believe otherwise, but it kind of ruins the feeling with so many other people here.

Road QL217, 2:46 pm 

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/11 at 15:13

I’m on a small road running along a ledge above the river, jungle clad mountains sloping down towards the greenish brown water. The road curves it’s way forward, following the flow of the water. Normally it wouldn’t be possible to ride at significant speed on this kind of road, but it’s just straight enough and I’m pushing 75 kilometers an hour. This kind of speed on this kind of road is exhilarating, I let out a shriek of joy.

The road into Laos, 9:35 am

In Feeling of the moment, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/11 at 15:11

I’ve made it! It took me three border crossings, four days and several hundred kilometers on the bike but im finally in Laos and I managed to get my motorbike across too. Sure the weather is bad, sure the road is bumpy, but I don’t care, all that matters is that I made it.

Road AH13, 5:16 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/08 at 14:47

The light is fading fast; the sky, though free of clouds, is not as bright blue as it was a few minutes ago, and the road lays in shadow. I take a quick glance in the rear view mirror, see the road unfold behind me and in the distance, the hazy outline of the city with the mountains behind it. And there, over the silhouetted peaks, the sky is blazing orange, shifting into pink at the edges. It’s only a glimpse, I have to turn my eyes back to the road, but for a moment I feel a kind of bliss.

Tavan village 3:23 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/06 at 05:54

I’m looking out over the valley below and the mountains rising up on the other side. The slopes are all covered with terraced fields making them look like the sides of giant stepped pyramids. It’s late in the year now, the rice has been harvested and the paddies lie barren and empty, just the prickly stalks sticking up from the mud. The mist lies like a thick blanket over everything and two days of drizzle has made things all damp and soggy. Standing here I imagine how it would look earlier in the year, just before harvest, the golden yellow rice waving in the breeze and a blue sky with a few fluffy clouds high above the mountain tops. I wish I could have timed my journey better…

Dark cave mud pool, 12:55 pm 

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/02 at 14:42

We are in a small, waist deep pool far inside the the dark cave. The water is completely saturated with mud, sort of like a thick soup, and it changes the density so that we all become more buoyant. Floating on your back with your feet in the air is effortless; so is floating on your stomach, hands and feet out of the water, it almost feels like you are flying. This experience is so special I don’t think my words do it justice.

Dark cave side passage, 12:34 pm

In Feeling of the moment, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/02 at 14:40

We are in a crevice branching off from the main cave. It keeps getting narrower as we walk and we wind our way past stalagtites, stepping over rocks and through mud. The sense of adventure is almost tangible…

Vinh Moc tunnels,  entrance 9, 11:44 am

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2017/12/25 at 14:26

I’m only a few meters from the entrance where a little bit of daylight spills in, and already it’s completely dark when I turn off my flashlight, I literally cannot see my hand in front of my face. I am truly in the underground, where human eyes cannot penetrate the darkness no matter how used they get to it. I don’t dare to go further in because there are no lights to guide the way and getting lost down in some old tunnels from the Vietnamese war is not a particularly appealing prospect. Instead I just stand here for a moment and savor the feeling.