Touching my inner Twain

By Kelsey | April 21st, 2007 | No Comments

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And you know how my inner Twain likes to be touched.

I never thought my first river boat experience would be in Bangladesh, but it was. And it was a good one: being served tea on the front deck, watching the low-lying countryside slip away, the pulsing of the paddles, three meals a day, casual conversations, not-so casual conversations (everybody wants to talk politics with an American), and river dolphins.

I made this audio slideshow for the 28-year-old cabin boy I befriended.