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I have been here, in the Bangkok airport all day. The scale is overwhelmingly immense. Finally I've arrived at the Chaing Mai departure gate. Women in crisp navy blue uniforms chatter animatedly as they scan passengers through. We are an eccletic group; old men in fishing hats, families with obedient children, young people on cell phones, pack-packer tourists, orange robed monks in deep conversation. I am hoping I'm at the right gate and waiting for the the delegation to arrive.
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