The Luang Prabang night market.

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Vang Vieng, late at night. Just As I had planned I have positioned myself on the balcony outside my room enjoying the tranquility of a typical Lao night. a small candle burning to add to the admosphere and a few big Beer Lao for my palate. I can smell the aroma of Lao weed the African Scotsman is smoking outside his hut lying in his hammock. The bloke joined me for dinner together with two finnish beauties I picked up earlier in the restaurant. My mind turns back to Luang Prabang and its low-lit and tranquil night market, a real tourist lure devoid of hard selling by the dozens and dozens of hilltribe traders selling handicrafts and silk scarfs, T-shirts and ceramics, bamboo lamps and blankets, you name it. They build this market up every night. Even though I didn't inject any money in this local market's economy I did drink a cup Of inky black Lao coffee from a coffee stand, mostly because the lady working at the stall was such a charming lady, I really don't fancy Lao coffee even though I'm a real coffee aficionado. The whole market is indeed very photogenic.

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