The Jeep

There is comfort in some constants, I suppose. I love new places, fresh journeys, and exotic flavours. Yet there is the occasional anchor of the known, which is reassuring.

Khoun's old jeep is a good example. It is the real thing, a leftover from the Indochina War. We both love it, even though it requires a bit of tinkering, and on one trip the exhaust fell off.

When I got off the boat yesterday evening, Khoun's wife, Khone, picked me up in the "new" jeep, a 1962 Range Rover. While very, very cool, in and of itself, I was hoping the old jeep was still extant. Fortunately it is.

This morning, Khoun dropped me off in the Unesco portion of Luang Prabang for my final day. I will see the old jeep again.