Word: mist
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...Local people believe Umphang is where heaven and earth meet," added Chai. And indeed I thought I was quite possibly nearing nirvana, lulled by the mellifluous babble of water over timeworn boulders and the warm kiss of the sun through river mist. Damselflies in lurid shades of aqua and puce hovered lazily beside us. Kingfishers flashed amid copious vines and sprawling creepers. Tiny, white beaches?perfect and inviting? nestled under fluttering carpets of white and yellow butterflies. Scenes like this demanded another superlative: there surely was no more tranquil spot on earth. Farther downstream, though, the Mae Klong flexes...
POLICE CUSTODY "Look at that view," marvels Sombat Panarong. We're at his Umphang Hill Resort, tel: (66-55) 5610630, peering at the river in the late afternoon mist. "This was something worth fighting for," he says, taking a deep swig of his Scotch and ice. The police captain turned hotelier knows a thing or two about fighting?his previous career was spent battling communist guerrillas who once roved the hills fomenting revolution. His stories lend color to a stay at this cheap and cheerful resort, with its 54 bracingly basic rooms. "Some people say there are still guerrillas...
...Idleness can breed mischief, and the authorities worry that deep disappointment among former Falintil fighters could lead to unrest. In the remote Hatolia area in the mist-filled forests south of Dili, villagers accuse the shadowy group Colimau 2000, composed of ex-guerrillas and disaffected East Timorese villagers, of extorting money from them. In Hatolia town, locals tell of being robbed at night by a gang led by a disgruntled Falintil veteran. Australian peacekeepers now patrol the area. "We are scared," says Antonio Salsinha, a resident from the nearby town of Ermera, "because we hear (Colimau 2000) rejects the authority...
...personalities on that team were certainly rich and a reason to love playing, but watching Mager gaze at the field yesterday, you could tell he also appreciated the raw moments of possibility themselves, personalities aside. There had been other moments in the mist for him—a win from seven runs down against Brown in the rain at O’Donnell Field that was as or more improbable than a Frank Herrmann three-run homer would have been yesterday...
With Modoc showing signs of fatigue and the clock approaching midnight, Beren finally came through with a service break. He was up 3-2 later in the third set when a light mist and drizzle started coming down, and the umpires debated the wisdom of continuing the match...