
Vic is at a remote outpost in the Maine wilderness and is haunted by the dreadful demon moose known by locals as Moose-Dick Mitch.
“We should find a bar and become regulars.” Declared my companion, the aptly named Deliliah, as we hopped off our wheezing Fanta orange motor-bike just as a dust storm started gathering across the Mekong. Despite the exposed nature of the riverfront bar, which allowed the dust pellets swirling in from Thailand to start bruising our…