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Laos
I sit alone on the untouched banks of Don Det, staring into dying estuaries of the Mekong, waiting; like the boy in my story, waiting. I feel the soft sand between the toes of my naked feet. I wait until I see the ugliness of man.
For amongst the sand, sunken in the river and buried under rocks lies all kinds of waste. If here, somewhere this remote, cannot seem to escape man's ugliness, what hope was there for the world?
In this vicissitude of loneliness, man finds sin.
Bombed to oblivion during the Vietnam war, Laos is only now just beginning to rebuild, supported by China and Japan. A startling 25% of Lao GDP is Chinese investment. On the whole the local people welcome this investment but how long will it be before traditional lao culture and practices are lost?
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