THE LAST FRONTIER
Humbling, perhaps that was the best way to describe the moment, or even more accurately the whole experience of riding in the remote corners of the 'Green Triangle' of Laos - the far-flung top-right hand corner, where the Chinese, Burmese and Laos borders converge.
At first I though she was a young girl; but after a few minutes of exchanging grins I realised that this shoeless and pint-sized girl was actually much older than she looked. I’d set up the camera remotes on a mountain trail, just above a broken suspension bridge. The aim was to grab some last minute extra images for this story.
Halfway up the short but steep dirt trail and she’d put down her huge backpack like basket, which was full of firewood and strange looking green foliage. It had been secured by a woven strap that looped around here forehead, which is a standard but very straining method of portage used in many parts of the world.
The load alone would be more than enough to stop many of us in our tracks, yet for here
