Elise Sereni Patkotak

So started out at 10 AM in Laos. Flight delayed two hours. Connection to Bangkok missed. Very nice Lao staff find us in terminal and say they’ll re-book us. Terminal, BTW, is about Barrow size so not hard to find us. Come back and say we’re re-booked on another flight from Bangkok to Hong Kong but all boarding passes have to be reissued and their machine is broken. They are waiting for IT. We get to Bangkok only to be told by airline that they can’t issue our tickets for America. We have to do that in Hong Kong. And

Ok. I guess it was inevitable. I’ve spent the day in bed with Montezuma’s revenge. Since I leave day after tomorrow, I am being very cautious since this is not an illness to have when you are facing over 24 hours of flying. But if you’re going to be sick, this is the place to be. Staff swarmed all over me when I came back from the museum looking white and ready to pass out

The ladies got me undressed, offered a bed bath to cool me and then sat quietly in the room until they were sure I was

Here’s what sisters do for you. My bungalow here in Luang Prabang was far down a dark path that had twists and turns and steps down. Judy’s was right across from the reception bungalow. She insisted we change so that she didn’t have to medivac me out with a broken leg. When I went back to get my stuff to change rooms, I realized that the air conditioner wasn’t working and the room was still hot and stuffy. There are fans but you can’t open the windows because of the mosquitos. So she gave me her room and she’ll be

This is the original version of what I wrote after visiting at COPE in Laos. It became the basis for my newspaper column of a week or so ago.

I spent part of this morning at a facility called COPE here in Vientiane, Laos. If you are of a certain age, you’ll remember Laos as the place Nixon told us Americans had no ground troops. He neglected to mention the daily bombings. Here in Laos, the war hasn’t really ended. There are over 100 million unexploded bombs still on the ground… bombs that children dig up for the money they

It’s official. There is not enough water in this whole country to replace what I sweat out in a day. This picture was taken in the amount of time it takes me to sweat a gallon of water while outside of any air conditioned enclosure.

Ok, in a remoter area with limited access. Dropped my iPad and shattered glass making it very interesting to write this. Spent part of last night killing some large moth in my sister’s room while she ran around with a towel over her head. Place we’re at has can of Raid instant bug kill in each room. Guess that’s part of the jungle experience. Beautiful setting, sleeping under mosquito netting and being very careful about walking across floor because of what also might be walking across floor. Woke up to birds and roosters and then thunder and lightning and rain

Went to Cambodian circus. Like the Cirque de Soleil but the male acrobats did not look like steroid freaks and the women looked like they actually ate every day. All was fine until the bug fell out of the ceiling and onto my head. It bounced off me and hit the two ladies sitting in the row below me. Luckily it was dark so I couldn’t actually see what it was thus saving me from running screaming out of the stands and causing a panic.