We enter Laos. The medals on the uniform of the immigration officer gleamed, as he stamped our passports. Thump! Thump! Thump! A small bow from us, a slight inclination of the head, from him.We walked out of the airpot, and into the sunshine of Vientiane, the capital of Laos. It was National Day in Laos, when they were marking 37 years of the Lao People’s Democratic Republic. The streets were very quiet, shops and some restaurants were closed- … [Read more...]
Luang Prabang – lovely and langourous
Langourous Luang Prabang - we love you. I stole the ‘langourous’ bit from a poet, Oliver Bandmann, who writes here, but it is such an apt adjective- especially on these ‘mid winter’ days of misty mornings and golden afternoons in Luang Prabang. A town of temples Quiet, shady streets Heightened with saffron The golden stupas glow even brighter, the smoke from small restaurant barbecues twists up through the palms and banana plants, and … [Read more...]
