In Vientiane, Laos I ran into the only street signs with any regular postings in all of my trip, besides Malaysia.
This is a good story. Listen closely. The bus was loosing water. We stopped at the local hydrant in a small village to take on some water to cool the over-heating bus. There’s a woman by the hydrant. She has a tub. In the tub are three big rats. You know, rodents. Big ones. She looks like she’s preparing them for dinner. Other people on the bus saw it too. People on the other side of the bus were getting up and peering out the windows on my side of the bus. I guess I’m not the only one who feels strange when I see a woman preparing rat for dinner.
Laos, like many other countries in SE Asia, has tiny bananas. I’m not sure why, I just know they’re tiny. They grill them, wrap them in palm leaves and sell them two for a quarter. They’re pretty tasty.
I’m not sure why people in SE Asia have noodles for breakfast. I just know they do. This tasty little dish set me back a whole $1.25 and I was content till well into the afternoon. I noticed the place where they served the noodles right away. There were no westerners and the place was packed with locals. I just pointed. It worked out.
It’s the Laotian version of the tuk-tuk. This one was spiffy. It had some chrome and a nice paint job. The owner had, obviously, taken pride in his ride. I use the word "his" because I’ve never seen a Laotian tuk-tuk driver who was female. For that matter I can’t recall ever seeing a woman driving a tuk-tuk anywhere in the world. Ladies, there’s an opportunity here…
I stopped to take this picture because I noticed that the driver of the minivan had so many packs on top of the vehicle that he couldn’t get them all tied down. What that indicates is that he’s got way-too-many passengers. I’ve heard that the minivan drivers try to cram as many people a possible into the vehicles because every passenger pays. I’ve also heard that the only way to stop this overloading of passengers from happening is for the passengers to revolt and refuse to go with the driver until another minivan shows up to take the passenger overflow. I’m not real fond of Laotian minivan drivers.
It was the sign on the inside of my door in Luang Prabang. What I think the maker of the sign meant to say was to turn off the electricity. The grammatical error just sort of typifies the problems I had with communicating in Laos. Let’s just say that it wasn’t always easy to make myself understood as far as my conversations with Laotians went.
It’s a temple in Luang Prabang. The city has many, many temples. Actually it’s famous for them. Yes, I know I’ve said that before. But, if you’ve seen one temple…
Every night they shut down the main drag to traffic and turn it into a pedestrian-only night market. With who-knows-how-many tourists hitting the city every year and a new crop of them arriving daily, the night market was a success. I’m not sure what happens during the monsoon season.
It’s a temple in Luang Prabang. The city has many, many temples. Actually, it’s famous for them.