VIETNAM | Thursday, 18 Apr 2013 | Views [261] | Comments [1] | Scholarship Entry
The tunnel was dark, filthy and terribly small. It smelt of moist earth and musk. My knees were beginning to get uncomfortable with all the crawling and my shoulders kept brushing against the walls of the narrow passage. I was sweating like a pig. ... Read more >
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