Whisky in the backpack-o

Three men. Really.
A face with teeth
Four men. No kidding.

Finishing our last kips, the kip being the national currency of Laos, I had bought a bottle of whisky the night before, for a shocking whole dollar. According to the label, the whisky was “smooth and mellon” (this is not a typo on my part) and was “blended and bottled by an expert from Australia”.
I figured I’d had to try to check it in as regular luggage to get it back to Thailand, but how much I tried to get it checked in, I was almost physically forced to put it in my hand luggage. At Luang Prabang airport, where I figured I’d have to go through the same play, my hand luggage wasn’t even checked.

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