almost SLEEPLESS IN VANG VIENG (in Vientiane and Bangkok too!)

The nights in Vang Vieng were lullabyes of Beer Lao 

and a lei of grilled pork intestines.

From Patuxai, I raced from two meetings to the eternal rains 

of a national dialogue.

I was kip-less in the train, baht-less at Chatrium as the tracer 

was unleashed in Manila.

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VUCA and the C Risk Matrix.

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from metadata's digital repression.

Baguio revisited, annihilation photons reported back, a temple, 

Suan Phlu is also Lumpini and Patpong. 

The trains led us to Hua Lumpong, a prayer at Wat Trimit, and the crowded markets of Yaowarat.

We ate Wat Arun for lunch after peeking at Wat Pho's massive feet and the guarded gates of the Royal Palace. 

Bangkok's holy trinity lulled me to sleep but I smelled of Chang Beer in each early morning that I wake up.