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Found this in my Dropbox folder :’) This was taken during our impromptu morning walk around Na’Learng and to the neighbouring village (Na’Pong?). I remember someone saying each village entrance was demarcated by a marking on a tyre. We greeted the villagers as if they were old friends; we paused at each rice farm to marvel at the mountains that stood like old guards. These mountains were shrouded in the clouds, and I remember telling Wenbin the landscape looked so surreal, it reminded me of Studio Ghibli films. Then we kept debating whether these mountains were hills and vice-versa. I can’t remember which side I was on, but I do recall Lynn saying something about scaling them.

All with such vivid clarity.

It’s been nearly three months and yet the ~feels~ are still going strong. I have never been this sentimental about a particular place or even a group of people. Heck, I don’t even consider myself a nostalgic person but in these past three months I have caught myself rewinding back to the two weeks we spent in Laos. Sometimes, it scares me how much I remember  – from day-to-day conversations to reciting numbers in Lao – and I think of these times with a slight grin on my face.

Then reality hits when I realise no one has invented a time machine yet.