LAOS It doesn’t take long to settle into the languid lifestyle of Luang Prubang. The contrast with the bustling streets of Bangkok was stark as we boarded our large tuk-tuk and headed through the lush streets towards our hotel along the Mekong River. I immediately loved this town. There was of course a steady stream of two-wheeled traffic - mopeds, bicycles, motorcycles - one of the first scenes that struck me en route from the airport was a line of 6 or 7 women aboard mopeds, each carrying a bright pink parasol as a shield from the mid-afternoon sun. Like many [View Full Entry]

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BHUTAN An old woman sits on the tin roof of her spare mud-brick house spinning a hand-held prayer wheel. As each clockwise turn sends hundreds of prayers scattering towards the snow-clad peaks, I think about how much competition they face. It is difficult to scan any pine-draped hillside that isn’t bisected by a cluster of vertical white prayer flags. It’s almost impossible to cross one of the many narrow bridges without brushing against the strings of colorful, tattered prayer flags fluttering in the wind. Mountain-top monasteries and river side dzongs with rows upon rows of prayer wheels for the faithful to [View Full Entry]

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Asia Trip 2008 (Mapping our Route) Below is a link to our route for the trip: [View Full Entry]

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