e. e. cummings
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night
and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest
battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- E. E. Cummings
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night
I take to eating at the market in town. It is dirt cheap, the cheapest food I have eaten in Southeast Asia in fact, and I am the only tourist. This morning, I eat a bowl of noodle soup. I have two choices: kao soi, made with fermented soybeans and pork, or another one, which has tiny brown cubes that look like tofu which I understand to be beef liver.
We were stopped just fifteen minutes out of town. The highway had been clear on our ride here, but just a week later, we found that the Chinese-funded road was shut down for three hour stretches. It was 9 and the sign indicated we had a two hour wait. I was anxious; this wait would be followed by a five hour bus ride on a bumpy, largely dirt road to Oudomxai today and an equally long but slightly less bumpy ride tomorrow over mountainous roads to get to Luang Prabang in Laos.
I stepped over the threshold of the Red Cross blood donation center in Luang Prabang, Laos. It looked more like someone's bedroom than a medical center; random posters haphazardly graced the walls, the beds were littered with multi-colored blankets and pillows in lieu of the stark medical-issue beds I'm used to seeing, and there was a plate of cookies sitting on the table.
I've just spent two days in a more rural Laos - Ban Kuh Nang - a town so off the map that my host wasn't even sure of its name. We'd met in Khon Kaen, Thailand, at the visa office. He was peering intently over what appeared to be a thin guidebook, and despite his age (nearing 50), his sandals and shorts seemed to indicate him as a tourist.