While most of the tour group went off to Laos to drink snake whisky (basically whisky where a dead snake has been left in the bottle, apparently it's the Laotian viagra), I went off with Janneka, a Canadian girl who I met on the tour, to go explore the Opium Museum. That place was pretty cool. It had folk stories about how opium came to be. Basically all of them are variations of the following: Once upon a time, there was a girl who was incredibly beautiful but smelt really bad, so nobody would marry her. This girl died, and as requested, she was buried in a flowerbed. Above her breasts grew tobacco plants (because it tastes sweet, like milk...?), and above her nether regions grew opium poppies. I'm going to take a wild guess and
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