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All the Fortunes on Hong Kong’s Temple Street

Temple Street night market is amazing. Past the hawkers of clothes, bootleg DVDs, sex toys and octopus porn, there lies something so completely wonderful: a street of fortune tellers. Rows of them, one after another after another. I was astounded. I didn’t know what to do, where to go. So I tried to see them all.

7pm – Fortune 1 – Grace (HK$50)

Fortune 1 – Grace

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Chasing the Shaman in Mongolia

"I don't think you can see the Shamen," the fixer murmured. He watched his cup, the table, a fly, anything that wasn't our eyes. "They are far from here. In the mountains. It would take a long time to see them." He traced a line along a creased map of Mongolia. "Maybe four days drive. Then five days on horseback. It's not so safe." With every reason he offered not to chase the Shamen, it became more of a mission.

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Be an Old Man, Have a Young Wife, in Laos

We got lucky in Don Khon — the island’s annual celebrations were well underway the weekend we were there.

Here in southern Laos, evidently “big celebrations” means “get mad drunk and hit the temples,” cos that’s what everyone did. The Wat laid out a huge spread, with hand-cranked carousels, dart gambling, cover bands, and tons of beer.

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Become a Lecturer in Chiang Rai

After the grim Burmese reading , I had to go in for a second opinion.

So today I tried this Chiang Rai palm-reader. He must be good. He read palms with one glass eye.

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Don’t Date, Sell Cars, and The Future of Burma

The Burmese palm reader warned me not to invest, or date women, until April. “You will be very unlucky,” he said.

And to stay in after 9pm, "unless you go out with a friend." After referencing a chart in a book, he decided selling cars would be a good career.

"Do you have any questions for me?" he asked.

It was foolish, but couldn't resist.

"What does the future for Burma look like?"

He froze. He looked at my minder. My minder looked at me. No-one said anything, and they stared at each other, unsure of how to respond. Finally, the fortune teller spoke: “It will not be good.”

They both laughed, nervously, then my guide ran off to pee.

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