Thangu, lying at 4114m in the far north of Sikkim, is the last inhabited village before the mountains of the […]

Thangu, lying at 4114m in the far north of Sikkim, is the last inhabited village before the mountains of the […]
Feeling less than inspired by the guidebook description of Kalimpong as ‘grubby’, with ‘a recent history of neglect, decaying infrastructure […]
As part of my semi-obsessive research for my next photography trip to Ha Giang Province in the far north of […]
It’s a funny and rather confusing mixture of contradictions in Meo Vac in Ha Giang Province, N.E Vietnam. The landscape […]
You don’t ‘happen’ to come across Dong Van in N.E.Vietnam, you decide to go there and then go to considerable […]
This one was shaping up to be everything I don’t want out of an encounter. Driving along in the pickup […]
“They were in a fun mood and we enjoyed some banter while we bought them some drinks and Theng practised his flirting skills again, while I did them some instant polaroid photos for them to keep. One of them didn’t like her image though, and handed it back to me insisting that I do a better one.”
So as not to offend Theng, I mooched around for a bit, and seeing that he’d found a pretty young lady to flirt with, (hmm – so is that why we came here . . .?) I wandered off and poked my nose into the doorway of a building round the back of the Wat. Sitting inside was an elderly monk smoking a pipe. Being more interested in living beings than statues, I asked if I could go inside.
“A group of women started pointing at me and then stroking their arms up and down saying “Sữa Khổng Lồ!” and laughing. They kept saying it to me as if repeating it would make it any easier for me to understand and others joined in the hilarity. I looked at my arms to see what they were pointing out but was none the wiser.”
Returning to the Lisu village in N.W Thailand where I had stayed last year, I had a surprise in store for Asur and Asa