by Marc Esanuelas
One night several years ago, a Canadian teetotaler I’d met only an hour previously invited me to accompany her to Burma. Her name was Kat. Although I knew exactly where to find Burma on a map – all I could visualize was a giant question mark. In between the numerous gin & tonics I was drinking in lieu of anti-malaria medication, we hatched a plan to rendez-vous in Bangkok after our respective trips to Laos and Cambodia.
Read more →