One meets interesting characters in the Mekong Crossing, a place I have come to think of as "Joe's Bar" rather than its official name. I had retired there after my interesting and disasterous moto driver excesses, and had sipped gin as the sun set slowly over the river, sinking reluctantly into the horizen as if it longed to stay upon its cloud-
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