Even without ghost stories, the evening get-togethers can be great hilarious fun. The stories, the anecdotes, the quibbling, and the colloquialisms all add plenty of colour and result in copious amounts of laughter. The language used on many occasions is extremely intricate, and there is plenty of fun to be had without resorting … Read more...
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Removed as we were from reality, we did have to return to the outside world, and the morning of the long trek back arrived. The bus was to leave Maracay at 4.30 pm, so we had to leave Choroni at around noon. We packed, had a quiet … Read more...
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It’s amazing how well you communicate after a few drinks, and yes, Mekhong does speak. What is it? It’s a local fire water meant to poison the living bejesus out of you and then leave you cursing that you’ll never touch another drop. Problem is, no party in Thailand … Read more...
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Maracay is not a huge town, and it was not too difficult to find the right transportation from there to Choroni; a private taxi that would take us the next 50 kms for the grand sum of about 10 dollars. Before we got in the taxi though, … Read more...
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Not all stories have a happy ending, and as everywhere else, life on a farm is a cycle of birth and death, and there is nothing more heartrending than to see someone lose the animals he’s cared for so much and for so many years in a … Read more...
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