Crazy man and I'm lazy
Trip Start Jan 12, 2013
42Trip End Feb 27, 2013
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The famous lazy streets of Luang Prabang claimed another victim--me. I managed to really do exactly nothing today. I rented a bicycle. Yes, I know, another bicycle, but they are rather convenient. I pedaled around sopoforically, had a coffee, read my book, and meandered through the night market. Oh, and noodle soup...I am going to miss that noodle soup. So freaking good...and simple.
I ran into my friend Gav again at a bar called Utopia. It is probably the most interesting bar I've ever been into. It is completely Western. No locals. I find it interesting that in our respective home countries, we always rag on immigrants for clustering together and doing their own traditions and behaviors and then we do the exact same thing when we are out of our home country for an extended period of time. The familiar, comforting relics of home...wherever home is. Anyhow, I can't describe the place to do it justice so I'll just say that it was indoor/outdoor with giant bamboo huts and cushions arranged around low tables. There were various levels...only a few feet difference. There were areas separated by garden paths. Basically, it was as if the designer was making an art piece by incorporating different textures, lighting, and sounds. We had a good time and it was nice to chat with some peoples...don't ask who was there---English girls, Aussie girls, Chilean girls??
Which brings me to my next observation...all day every day here with all the tourists, I constantly here every language and accent therein. It's amazing that I can pick out an American accent like a bloodhound picks up a scent. My head whips around as I seek to identify my compatriot. What also really throws me off here, but not back in the States is when I hear an Asian person speak with an American/English/Australian/etc accent....I'm so used to seeing Asian people here and they almost exclusively are speaking an Asian language, not unexpectedly.