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Published: October 9th 2008
Well we made it to Laos, it was a day later than planned due to an unfortunate combination of sickness, malaria tablets, food and timing. Suffice to say I didn't have a very nice night and on arrival at the airport i decided that discretion is the better part of valour and thought we would postpone the flight until the next day.
The next day we did make it and entered the Bangkok duty free section of the airport, man that place makes Heathrow look like a corner shop in comparison. It does a fair job of imitating any number of high end streets around the world as well as being absolutely spotless.
Still no money and more importantly no space is available for purchasing stuff, so we wander and then move on to a dinky little plane for our flight to Laos.
Right onto the main stuff. After Bangkok (or anywhere maybe) the first thing that comes to mind when arriving in Luang Prabang is
This town Ah Ah
Is coming like a Ghost Town.
There is no one here, the airport is the pilot and flight attendants, about 20 odd passengers, 1 security
guy, 2 passport control and 3 in the visa section. That's it, the whole airport.
I'm not sure but maybe the pilot helped unpack the bags, cos they were on the turntable thing in about 5 mins. Terminal 5 beat that!
To tell you the truth we were glad of the respite. We stayed in Thongbay Guesthouse a little outside of the main section. We had a lovely little bungalow set on the bank of the river. Across the way we could see people fishing and farming their little strip of land.
It felt a little like Chang Mai, quiet, restful and peaceful. As per we launched straight into the action and went to look for something to eat (this may well be the single strongest theme through these blogs). An army (of 2) always marches on it's stomach.
By the time we had finished that and had a further wander about poking our noses into temples and walking down side streets the nightmarket had turned the main street into 2 separate strips of stalls, all selling nearly identical items. Tea, coffee, funny little doll things, lampshades and colourful cotton clothing. It looks nice but as
in the airport we are not really interested in buying anything but essentials.
Essentials do however include skirts apparently, so for the princely sum of $2 (this should be 1 GBP but they seem to have stolen the pound sign off this keyboard) somebody is the owner a pink wraparound skirt.
Further puttering around reveals a sidestreet of gastronomic goodness, barbequed fish and chicken much in evidence, but i also rather enjoyed the sight of the flattened out roasted pig's head and the lady expertly chopping pigs feet into chunks for someone's dinner.
It was a good start.
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Shabana looks like she's got a back ache! The bag's not that heavy baps! Jao sooto!