set off early again – went to bank. Then fresh market (photos).
Then central market and got Daisy her chopsticks – then on to silversmiths…
…then drop Daisy and went on alone to Ban Phanom (textile village) – a bit touristic but lovely view of river and Lu minority. Bought Daisy a blue shawl & I bought coasters and water holders.
I went to the Lu on my own. Daisy wasn’t feeling too well and wanted to rest before our flight.
Then back to Villa and enjoyed a couple of hours relaxing in Villa…
…before off to airport where I narrowly avoided having to pay for the flight twice but only by surrendering my tickets from Vientiane to Pakse!
Arrived only 35 minutes late. Wah Bain took us to office to sort out tickets and Carol Cassidy shop to sort out giftie for mum. Then on to Settha Palace for European dinner & early night!
First stop – a Lao village Muang Kham – not so much on tourist trail.
Muang Kham scenes above and below
Second stop – Xang Hai Village where they brew Lau-Lao whiskey and rice wine (tried it) and [they also] sell “stuff” – Daisy bought some lovely pieces there.
Twixt Muang Kham and Xang HaiLet me buy you some rice wine, PrasauthGoods didn’t cost a bomb, but we saw UXO everywhere……and ubiquitous orange-robed monks
Then on to Pak Ou Caves and Pak Ou Village for noodle lunch and look at Village Temple.
Caves full of BuddhasGed: Why is Pak Ou Village known as Noodle Village? Prasauth & Daisy: Shut up and eat.
Then on to Ban Chan Village, where they make clay pots and bricks.
Ban Chan? Thank you, ma’m.Talking bullocks
Back to hotel quite early. Supper in garden – tried beef sausage, pork and bamboo shoot, chicken and coconut a mixed vegetable with pork and sticky rice. Early night.
Janie and I have very happy memories of the few days we spent in Luang Prabang, Laos; 12 to 15 February 2001. Everything about that stage of our journey felt right.
We stayed in the picturesque Villa Santi, depicted above and below.
The monks’ grub run takes place outside the Villa Santi at dawn
We did really interesting touring with a delightful guide, Prasauth. We are usually happy with our guides, but occasionally we are fortunate enough to get a really exceptional guide with whom we form an affinity. Prasauth was one such guide.
I wanted to get Janie some flowers for Valentines Day. Luang Prabang seemed to be awash with flowers, yet I didn’t see anyone selling them. I had a chat with Prasauth about it the day before Valentines. I tried to explain the tradition to him and said that I wanted to buy some flowers.
“That might be very difficult,” said Prasauth.
“But why?” I asked, “I see flowers everywhere. Surely I can buy some?”
“I’m not so sure”, said Prasauth, “we don’t really buy and sell flowers here. I’ll see if I can get some for tomorrow, but I don’t think it will be possible.”
Wind the clock forward to Valentines morning.
Prasauth turned up early with the Valentines flowers I thought he wasn’t able to get!
Janie and I are taking an early breakfast on the beautiful balcony shown in the top picture of this piece. Then Prasauth appears, below, waving a lovely bunch of flowers and proclaiming, “Happy Valentines Day, Janie”.
It was a bit like a muddled up version of the Romeo and Juliet balcony scene. Everyone else who was taking breakfast on the balcony, plus the passers by on the street, observed the dramatic moment along with us.
Prasauth then bounded up the stairs and presented Janie with the flowers. Janie clearly worked out what had gone on, so with poise thanked us both profusely at the time. She and I had a good laugh about the event afterwards.
As soon as I got another quiet moment with Prasauth I tried to settle up with him for the flowers. He was having none of it and refused any payment.
“But Prasauth, it isn’t my Valentine to Janie if I don’t reimburse you for the flowers.”
“No, no”, said Prasauth, “they didn’t really cost me anything so I couldn’t take any money from you.”
I never found out where they came from. Perhaps his garden. Perhaps a favour he called in from a friend.
At least let me buy you a wee dram of Lao-Lao, Prasauth?
I think I might have persuaded him to take a nip of Lao-Lao (the local rice wine/whiskey) with me, when we got to Xang Hai village later that day…but I have a vague feeling that he refused even that.
