Henk van Dillen

The creepy creature

The creepy creature

It’s dark. I lie in death silent in my tent. At least for five minutes I hear something snooping around. This time it’s not a wild dog. No, it should be something smaller, maybe a big spider. With my head…
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From Laos to Thailand

From Laos to Thailand

One day, at nightfall, I’m still on my bicycle. I am in Thailand. It is 5:00pm and the sun put his latest smile on this piece of earth. Where am I going to sleep? Every day it’s a challenge to…
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The old man

The old man

Midday in Vientiane, the capital of Laos. It’s a busy town along the Mekong River. On the street corner you’ll find tuc-tuc drivers, they spend their time shouting to the tourists: “Tuc-Tuc? Tuc-tuc?” On the edge of the river there…
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The wrong waterfall

The wrong waterfall

“Are you from Catalonia in Spain?” I approach a guy with dreadlocks. I hesitated for some moments whether it wasn’t the guy from last night in a bar. “No I’m from Germany, why do you ask?” I tell him about…
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Arrested

Arrested

I cycle up a mountain. It’s a beautiful setting here. A green misty mountainous area goes past me. Local farmers are busy to harvest. Rice and corn is what grows in the fields here. It is dried along the road.…
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