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After a lazy time in V.V. we arrived in Louang Prabang, which is as
hard to say as it is to write, recharged and ready to explore.
When we were tubing on the river we met Rasta ( amsterdam) who looks
like Spartan from the movie 300. As he was alone we asked if he
would like to travel with us for a while, his route was taking him to
Chiang Mai around the same time as ours.
We all crammed into a minibus for the six hour journey over the
mountains ( 12 people ). We opted for mthe minibus on Mickeys
recommendation, which for future reference is of no benifit unless you
are a midget or sadistic. We couldnt move our legs and sleeping
was impossible, the road throught the mountains had six bends every
minute, over six hours thats a lot of bends. We stopped off in a
mountain village for baguettes, hmmmmm, and the locals were having a
cock fight. I was over watching the two birds literally eating
each other alive. It was brutal, but hey thats entertainment.
The waterfall is the main attraction along with the multiple
bakerys. An afternoon at the waterfall was just not enough, there
were fresh water lagoons, a swing and the splash pool at the bottom of
the waterfall. The water was a beautiful shade of blue / green
and very clean. We visited the French and scandinavian bakerys
for quality time with coffee and pastry.
I made an effort on the first morning to get up at 6.00am to watch the
Monks parade throughout the town recieving food offerings from the
locals. They are not permitted to eat after midday and they do
not buy food. There were around 200 monks dressed in their
saffron robes soaked through with the rain. I bought some
bannanas and gave them as a bribe to take photos.
Beer lao is an institution, everywhere tourists are wearing t-shirts
and sipping the nectar from the 600ml bottles. We headed out for
dinner with Rasta two girls from USA to a local restaurant and ordered
as usual western food. A few beers, then Lao Lao ( local
firewater ) a few more beers then a Tuk-Tuk ride to the Bowling
alley. Everywhere around the town has to close down at
11.00pm. The bowling alley is like a youthclub, really basic, but
its busy with all the lushes wanting more drink.
Once again we bottled it and booked a flight to Thailand, the other
option was to sit on a wooden bench on a slow boat for two days and
chug chug up the river, then get a bus for five hours to Chiang
Mai. One hour by aeroplane, easy choice.
Songkran ( water festival - people believe that water will wash away bad luck.) is just starting all over the region.
Some kids line up on the street and launch buckets of watrer over cars
and anyone who passes. Suggs got soaked while we were in a mini
bus, smack in the face.
Songkran is a Thai word which means "move" or "change place" as it is
the day when the sun changes its position in the zodiac. The
most-talked about celebration takes place in the northern province of
Chiang Mai where Songkran is celebrated from April 13 to 15. During
this period, people from all parts of the country flock there to enjoy
the water festival, to watch the Miss Songkran Contest and the
beautiful parades. Hopefully they will be looking for a few Irish Judges, fingers crossed.
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