When I was a child, before my family emigrated to […]

The true story of how our fearless reporter saved Green Leader.

As I walk back to my hotel through the gardens of what was once the royal palace, now the National Museum, under a huge silver mountain moon, I glimpse a winged, glittering apsara, a Laotian angel, flitting ahead of me on the cobbled path.

Farangs, Auntie Gun insists, smell bad because they eat so much meat, and this meat-eating also attracts mosquitoes, which is why westerners are bitten more than Thais in the wet season when mosquitoes breed.

About three weeks ago my passport was stolen. I would […]