Luang Prabang. A town shrouded in mist, like a forgotten memory. I stepped off the boat, onto worn wooden planks, and into the stillness. The Mekong River slid lazily by, a serpent of silver and brown.
Tuesday, August 20, 2024
If Ernest Hemingway visited Luang Prabang
Luang Prabang. A town shrouded in mist, like a forgotten memory. I stepped off the boat, onto worn wooden planks, and into the stillness. The Mekong River slid lazily by, a serpent of silver and brown.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
Last 30 Days' Most Popular Posts
-
Explorers; Hume and Hovell, passed through the region around Gundagai, ancient home of the Wiradjuri people , in November 1824 and by t... -
Sydney's Menzies Hotel was opened on 17th October 1963, by Premier R.J. Heffron and named after Sir Archibald Menzies , a pioneer... -
Like so much of the former French Indochina, there are many stories of days gone by. Here in the centre of Ho Chi Minh City is arguably its ...
-
It is a most curious fact that a man can grow quite frozen in body and yet remain red-hot in temper, and nowhere is this more evident than i...
-
A Visitor’s Guide to the Old Walls of Istanbul : Following the Breach That Changed History Few cities reward curiosity like Istanbul, and fe... -
On a working waterway that divides continents, Istanbul reveals itself as a city shaped by currents, conflict and continuity, where ancient ...
