...we tank through luminous rice fields, every glance out of the window returning a snapshot of the poverty and vitality of rural life.
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I spend a troubled night listening to a dozen stray dogs howling at the fatefully full moon.
Any visions of a sunny sojourn dissolve in the driving rain that chases us into the tiny arrivals hall.
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