Lost In Lao, Part 2
Trip Start Jul 20, 2006
37Trip End May 10, 2007
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Apparently the law in Luang Prabang states that foreigners must be back in their guesthouses before mid-night. A Curfew? I did not even have a curfew in high school! It was not until after night 2 of arriving home around 3 a.m. that I'd figured this out and thankfully it had little to do with the police.
The pace of life in Laos is so slow that you cannot help but feel relaxed. When I write that I was lost in Lao, I literally mean that I was so relaxed I could not help but forget what day of the week it was on more than 1 occasion.
Not sure what day it was when the half European, half North American team invaded the UNESCO World Heritage Site for 3 nights and 3 days of bad karma with Tuk Tuk's, waterfalls, novice monks and Communist country discotheques.
When we pulled into Luang Prabang on the slow boat, the sun was setting over the Mekong. We settled into Sang Phet guesthouse with the most comfortable beds I've slept in, in my 6 months in SE Asia. After a dinner of do-it yourself BBQ at the Antique house we grabbed a tuk tuk and headed for Do Fa discotheque. On a mission to party, we entered the cavernous club with black lights and age old Christmas decorations, danced to Lao pop and closed the place down well past midnight. The club was empty when we arrived but just as soon as the club filled up, the people filed out. We were the last to leave and headed back to town in a defunct tuk tuk that ran out of gas and had to cypher some from a passing motorbike.
The narrow streets remind me of Europe and French colonial buildings stand amongst typical Asian bamboo structures. Toasted from the night before and not being able to walk, we rented bikes and rode around this charming little town. After spending time helping a novice monk with his English homework and chasing the sunset from the top of Mt. Phosi down to the banks of the Mekong, it was time to shop in the night market, where I felt very grown up and bought myself some art work.
The next day the four of us hired another defunct tuk tuk to head out of town to the waterfall, but the journey was too far for our tuk tuk and we broke down 3 times in a matter of 2 hours. The waterfall and its pools were the color of minty fresh toothpaste and were as cold as a polar bear would please.
The laid back, lackadaisical vibe of Laos was well in our veins but it was time to move on to Vang Vien - the quintessential backpacker hot spot of Laos. A town whose economy is centered around the drunken induced tire floating experience.