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Dah-lot and I shook hands, and I thanked him for looking after me, though I'm not
sure he understood. He seemed sorry I was leaving.
It was about noon when I took of, retracing the path I'd walked into town a couple of
times with Dah-lot. By daylight, A Luoi was a drab and run-down place, a single pocked
road with dingy huts lined up in the dirt on either side. On Sunday it was quiet, a few
kids playing who stopped to stare at me, a woman in a cone hat gardening. I was curi-
ous about the guest house that had been my destination before I was rerouted by the
police—it was marked on the map I was carrying—but there was no such thing. So per-
haps getting arrested was a bit of luck in one regard—I'd had a bed to sleep in.
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