Just a quick update to let you know that we’re alive and well.
The words ‘long and tedious’ hardly begin to describe our journey into Laos, which consisted of a day-long bus ride, an overnight stay at the Thai border, a day-long slowboat ride, a night in Pak Beng, the world’s teeniest port town, then another full day-long ride to Luang Prabang.
Was it worth it? Absolutely. After all, it’s hard to be disgruntled and cranky when all the restaurants and families of a particular country brew their own rice whiskey (called lao lao of all things) and consider it a matter of pride to be able to share several free shots with you. Oh, and did I mention they have croissants here?
Luang Prabang is an extremely quiet and charming city, heavily populated by elderly French and German tourists. You should probably come for a visit. I mean, seriously, free whiskey, you guys. Croissants. Anyway, it’s all lovely and architectural and we rented bikes and cycled about to the local market one day and visited the waterfall twice and just generally lazed about and ate our weight in French pastries and reveled in the tranquility of this lovely city bordered by two rivers, whose only source of noise comes from the occasional guesthouse being built. And the odd rooster.
That’s all for now, sadly, since we need to rest up for the week-long motorbike tour of the south we’ll be commencing tomorrow.
From Laos with love,
A & S