What We Carried Through the Chiang Dao Foothills
As we ate lunch in the Palong village of Pang Daeng Nai, just before beginning our walk through the Chiang Dao foothills, I ran through the cast of characters again. There were two adults in reasonably good shape, one of whom—let’s be honest, it was Kat—would carry infant Charlie. Isobel, aged five, already a reliable […]
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