Dear Laos,
How are you doing? Hope you are well. How are your roads? Your traffic accident rates? How are your firs? Your Nong Duang school? Your cute and adorable kids? Your flies? Hope they are all fine and doing well.
It has been some time since we returned and I still cannot find my dear book which was always at hand. Strange that it would leave my hand. Wonder where it went. Anyway, it was nice to know you and to run around on your body. Thanks for all the warmth you have given us and always being so accomodating towards us. We are one bunch of really fun people. However as always it seems we have to leave you and come back to the lion's body filled with trees so tall and gray. It is hot here and the lion does not bathe as often as you it seems.
On return, the time did not stop. It just carried on moving, sib pai, mong keng, sam sib pai. Whoosh, Work, letters, so many things to do. We try to remember the old days but they are just there. No use looking around so much. It is the now and from now on. This weekend the trees would smell as great, as the people would be too. There is much to rejoice about and to be happy.
With Metta,
Emanrohe
