Stalking through the undergrowth I heard a rustle followed by a splash. Senses on hyper alert, I slithered over the jagged rocks until I came to the river's edge. As I raised my trusty Remington I realised that my hopes to bag myself an elephant had been thwarted by a couple of young hardy warriors. Judging by their traditional garb I have them pinned as coming from the tribe known as "Bogans."
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| Tad Lo, Southern Laos |
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