moving on anyway >>>>>

Well.....

When Ojo did finally show up at the hotel, he was a state. torn up, naked, wet, like a beaten dog. he'd lost everything. how? I may never know.... gambling? mugged? I don't know, and if he did, he couldn't talk about it.

After the nightmare of Ruili Town, we knew we had to get the hell-yeah out of there. We booked. As soon as he was rested up enough, Ojo and I moved on. With our (proverbial) tail between our legs. trying to turn the page. make the most if the rest of the time we had over there together.

And the day was looking brighter too. The mountain air, the fresh cool air, cleansing us, with the windows down. There were gorgeous trees with red blossoms like berries. and farm land. a country road. the river we followed into the mountain valley. heading up into the southeastern streamers of the Himalayas, following a huge tributary of the mekong river -- i forget the name of it. but god it was great to move on.