A near-death experience raises a question for Luke Hunt—international correspondent and author—’should I stay or should I go?’
“… my life review – a euphemism for near death experience or NDE – really didn’t do it for me.”
As the new coronavirus took hold about 100 people were doing what they do best, sorting a barbecue, the last to be held in the garden of House Nine on Street 830 in Phnom Penh, my home for the last eight years.
Old friends and the odd luminary – famed correspondent Jim Pringle among them – indulged in a hedonistic mix of food, music and intoxicants of choice on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
It was on the eve of lockdowns. Government quarantines, social distancing, face masks and must have sanitizers were still over the horizon. Hugs, kissing and the odd dance were still allowed.
Two weeks later I collapsed with severe abdominal pain, fever and volcanic chills. Read more here.