Santar’s Home

Journeys within Journeys. Two of us on hired motorcycles, up somewhere near Laos’ border with China, with a handwritten note we can’t read. Two of us tootling about on New Year’s Eve, looking for Max’s mom. Seeing a group of women sunning themselves outside a small shop, I stop the bike and head over, bowing slightly…

Mekong Mud

Wonderful visit to Santiphone Pottery this morning, where artisans are still making and firing pots the way it’s been done for thousands of years: clay from the banks of the Mekong, 30km upstream of here, worked by hand and then fired for a week in massive fire-driven and hand-stoked kilns at temperatures of more than…