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Travelling alone is a lot like life–you’re never actually alone. Meeting people might be one of the best parts of travelling solo but so is the chance to “face yourself”, as a friend of mine describes it.

Rudyard Kipling wrote, “the first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.” No kidding. I’ve spent a great deal of time in South East Asia. My senses have been abused beyond what I thought possible, to the point where the sight of some things don’t affect me like they once did.

I spent three days motorbiking the Bolaven Plateau in the Champasak province in southern Laos. I started in Pakse and travelled a well-known route. It was 300 kilometres, more or less. I used this adventure as an opportunity to learn to drive a semi-automatic bike, which has a manual shift mechanism but no clutch. You shift up by tapping your toe in front of the left foot rest.

After a cycle home beneath the stars I swing happily in my hammock and listen to all the night sounds around me in this calm and idyllic place in the basin of the Mekong river.

CAUTION: I’ve used the word NASTY prolifically in this blog, for good reason because no synonym seems to suffice. And, I am going to make some huge generalizations here about “gendered” hygiene, totally culturally specific and from my experience being a woman and living and travelling with boys (and by boys I mean grown men, you know, the ones who put their dirty backpack on the bed!).

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