The Icing On The Latte

 

 

 

 

Way up on the hill, beyond the silent valleys and crowning peaks; beyond the blue sliver of dawn and the dark silent breath of dusk.

Way, way up; beyond a thousand forgotten bamboo villages and smoking hearth fires.

Far up, far above the myriad of dusty and muddy trails; flying over the immense and endless Indochinese night.

Is Luang Prabang.