After the toin coss, we ride in silence, reaching the edge of Attapeu around dusk. The German guys pull over and, ignoring the French, tell me they’ll find their own hotel. They suggest meeting at the market the next morning. We part ways.
After the toin coss, we ride in silence, reaching the edge of Attapeu around dusk. The German guys pull over and, ignoring the French, tell me they’ll find their own hotel. They suggest meeting at the market the next morning. We part ways.