The Slow Boat Down the Mekong

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A minivan took us speeding from the sprawl of Chiang Mai towards the border of Laos. As we left the bustling city behind, the flat land gave way to craggling limestone cliffs buffered by lime saturated rice paddies. As if time itself had come to an abrupt stop the farmers plowing the fields, or walking the road moved languidly through the air, as if it had suddenly become viscous and it was all they could do to push their limbs through the medium at a staggeringly slow pace. It was clear, we were no longer in the city.

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