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Riverfront at Muong Khua (it may have stopped raining at this point) |
So after a not very good start to Laos we headed off to
Luang Prabang which we had high hopes for, we left the hotel in the pouring
rain to get a tuk-tuk passing the Buddhist Monks walking the street collecting
their food donations (This is a big thing here in LP but it’s done much earlier
and has become a tourist spectacle, rather than the ceremonial giving of sticky
rice and other food stuffs. We haven’t got up early to see it, though whether
we will when we return and are staying nearer who knows, as I’m not sure I
approve of the tourist spectacle, though the other side of the coin is that so
many of the houses are now guest houses there are not enough locals giving so
they need some tourists to supplement their food, though you are asked only to
do it if there is a special meaning for you to it.) No photo though as B was on
a mission to get us to the bus station!
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The bus station at Muong Khua. That little van was transport for 16 people plus luggage on the roof for 3.5 hours |
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Nourishment on the bus. Sticky rice in bamboo |
Eventually the tuk-tuk turned up and we got on board along
with two Russians who had crossed the border with us. It turns out they are
Mother and Daughter, which is quite normal, what is not so normal is that the
daughter is a Buddhist nun, and has been living and studying in Thailand for
two years, so she had the shaved head and the sarong with a light top over and
sandals as the standard garb, well they are meant to own very little, so they
were both dressed similarly and travelling with just a very small bag. Trouble
was it was really, really cold.
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The 380'odd steps to the Phusi Stupa, with fabulous views |
We were taken to the bus station! Ha, there was a really
old, knackered mini-bus, tiny thing, no head support or anything, seats only
half way up your back, for the three pairs of seats and the three on the back
row, then there were the two front passenger seats, one of which had the goods
that needed dropping off along the way, and then two small fold out seats, on
the first two rows and a stool by the third row! At one point there were 4 people
in the back, one on the stool, one beside her sitting on her flip-flops on the
wheel arch… so 16, and the ‘special luggage’ in what should legally have had 14!
The rest of the luggage was on the roof, did I mention it was pouring down? The
tarpaulin cover was a bit rubbish, but that’s what there was!
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View back down to the Royal Palace. No King now, he was ousted in 1975 when the communists took over and its now a museum. In the fabulous building on the right is the Pha Bang, gold standing Buddha, after which the city is named, in front is the old Royal Palace (no photos allowed inside) and far left a theatre |
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One of the temples on the Phusi Stupa mount |
Came to buy tickets and Russian Mummy only had Kip (Laos
currency) for one not two, and the man wouldn’t take her dollars. B bought the
tickets and exchanged her dollars and eventually we were away. It’s only a 4
hour journey he’d told me! Well it was 3 ½ hours to Oudmaxai where we had to
change! We got off the bus to find tuk-tuks parked in the space that said Luang
Prabang, not a good sign, “go to another bus station, 6km away, bus at 3.00” (it
was now 12.00) We weren’t sure about this, so asked at the ticket office who
said here 2.00, lots of arguing until eventually a woman (we don’t know who she
was) came and said “Luang Prabang bus about to go” so I rushed round the corner
with her, and there was a shiny big coach. Dashed back and sent B to buy
tickets (and for the Russians) and on we got. B sat in two available seats but
had sadly wandered off when the original occupant returned from stretching his
legs, but he was an amenable sort of chap and drifted further down the bus!
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View from the top. That's the mighty Mekong river on the right and the Nam Khan river on the left |
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Buddha images on Phusi mount |
Hurrah we thought, it’ll all be fine. It was better, the
dripping rucksacks were at least in the storage compartment, and we had comfy
seats, however, due to the rain (it was still raining) and the ‘improvement’
works to the mountain road making it just a mud track, the 5 hour journey took
7, by which time our stress levels were back up again, as he’d told the hotel
we’d arrive 13.30 ish and we’d read many stories on Tripadvisor of hotels
giving away rooms to walk-ins, and we had had the last available room on
Booking.com.
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Try as I might, she would not kneel and pray with the other figures |
We were so relieved to get to the hotel at 7:30pm, having bundled
into a tuk-tuk with Marion and two complete strangers, and for them to have our
booking we completely forgot about the Russians with no kip, hopefully someone
else will have helped them out!
Marion needs a whole paragraph to herself, lovely lady,
Dutch but living in the UK for 20 years but on a one year sabbatical from the
NHS. Travelling on her own and obviously needing to ‘dump’ she talked and
talked which was fine, we were happy to listen as we’ve often said how strange
it must be on your own. She even acknowledged at some point that she’d done all
the talking, before starting off again! Still helped pass the time!
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Buddhas footprint? |
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Fishermen on the Nam Khan river. The guy in yellow had just cast his net |
We unpacked sodden rucksacks, though this time B’s was worse
than mine (thank heavens we’d got ‘dry bags’ inside which kept all the
contents, including the laptop dry), and headed out to eat, having had a packet
of biscuits, 4 wagon wheels (well similar anyway) and a small bamboo roll of
sticky rice between us all day, well it was only going to be a short journey
wasn’t it? Went into the first restaurant we saw, well it was busy with Asians,
always a good sign, only to realise as we were ordering it was a Vietnamese
restaurant! Oh well, at least we knew what we were ordering, it’s amazing how
quickly things become ‘comfort food’!
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The Nam Khan river joins the Mekong |
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Another very beautiful Wat in Luang Prabang |
A good nights sleep and a lie in (well it was still raining,
we could hear it) and we got up ready to face the world, spirits much higher.
It wasn’t just the rain, though nowhere looks its best in the rain through
steamed up windows, it was mostly the state of the houses we were passing, as
well as the ones we’d seen in Muang Khua, and the state of the roads, the local
bus etc. These people are very poor. A basic breakfast was made better by the
activities of two golden Labrador puppies, and a ‘silent miaow’ cat who perched
on the arm of the chair looking for all the world like she expected breakfast.
She turned her nose up at my egg white, and that was all I had to offer.
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A typical street in Luang Prabang, these large French style buildings are nearly all now Guesthouses |
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Even monks have to work when there's Wats to build |
We headed out, wearing raincoats, though it wasn’t actually
raining, into the old town which is lovely, there are old French Colonial
buildings and many Buddhist temples and Wats. We went up Phousi Hill despite
the charge and are glad we did, it was a great view, and although you had to
squint to see the Buddha footprint, the temple and everything else were lovely.
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Guess who's found yet another cat, she's wearing sandals as her walking shoes were soaked through! |
Pottered about a bit more, found the Joma bakery (scene of two lovely brunches
in Hanoi where Jen and Jody had left us two vouchers for) and came across one of
the other guesthouses we’d shortlisted, had a quick look and decided it was good,
closer to the centre and the river and only $20, not the $35 it had been on
Booking.com or the $38 we are paying here, though we do get breakfast here! So
we’ve booked that for when we return from our three days in Nong Khiew where we
are going tomorrow, by bus, back up some of the road we came down the other
day, and where we didn’t go to by seven hour boat trip in the rain from Muang Khua!
(7 hours on a boat in the cold and rain, or a 4 hour bus journey to Luang
Prabang – or so we thought – no contest!) Are we really meant to go there?
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Mummy cat with her 3 kittens (count the ears) |
On return to the guesthouse we had a coffee, and were
delighted to see that the cat from the morning is actually a mummy, to three
little kittens, all entirely different, and all very wussy, but very, very
cute. I decided there was nothing for it but to go to the stall at the end of
the drive, to see if there was anything to feed them. I ended up with mackerel in
tomato sauce, which I decided was better than the clams in chili sauce the
stall holder tried to sell me! I’m amazed she knew what I was talking about,
but she seemed to and sent me off having stabbed the tin with a knife for me so
I could get into it! They seemed very happy!
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The two playful puppies have had a tough day and need some rest |
We went out to dinner dressed up to the nines, not looking
posh, just wearing almost all the clothes we have. Both wearing thermal
leggings under our trousers and B in 4 layers and me in 3 and down jacket, and
both with raincoats! It’s been really cold! Went into the ‘buffet street’ the
lad in the hotel had suggested where you pick your stall, are given a bowl to
fill with as much rice, noodles and vegetables as you want, which they reheat
for you and away you go. We did also have a fish between us and two large Lao
beer and very nice it was too, and cheap, though B is paying the price for
something today I’m fine, so hopefully the bus journey will be ok! Bumped into
Marion as we were selecting so she joined us, we had a nice chat, and trip down
the night market!
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One of the posters in the UXO visitor centre. The red dots on the map are recorded bomb drops |
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Another poster in UXO Lao |
Up this morning to go to the UXO (Unexploded Ordnance)
visitor centre. Shattering place, we knew there was a war between the US and
Vietnam, but how many knew that the Ho Chi Minh Trail supply line providing
food and people and armaments ran though Laos, and that despite Nixon denying
it, it was the secret war, with more than 200 million tons of bombs being
dropped up and down the country, a plane load every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day
for 9 years. 30% of the carpet bombs (big bombs containing 200+ small bombs)
didn’t explode, so they along with lots of other stuff are still out there.
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Bling dragons at this Wat (but they didn't shine very well on the photo) |
Almost every day of the year someone is maimed or killed, whether this is a
farmer tilling the fields, a child playing with a small round ball, or people
going out with metal detectors looking, in the hope they can collect enough
scrap metal to put food on the table, it’s still happening, now. Between 1995
and 2013, the U.S. contributed on average $3.2M per year for UXO clearance in
Laos; the U.S. spent $13.3M per day (in 2013 dollars) for nine years bombing
Laos.
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A typical Tuk-Tuk taxi waits for a fare |
Just watching the UNICEF video of the stories of 4 children as
Marion arrived!
We then went to the old town again before going to the Kings
Palace and Museum, bumped into Marion along with many others waiting for the
ticket office to re-open after lunch, at least I could tell her where we’d just
seen the trip she wanted, going on the day she wants. Will we bump into her
again, we are going in opposite directions now, but may end up in Vang Vieng at
the same time….
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