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A dawn festival

Saturday, November 24th, 2007

After two nights in Phonsavanh for the Plain of Jars and three in Vang Vieng enjoying the scenery but otherwise avoiding the usual scene there – you can’t imagine how bizarre and weird it is to walk down a street in third-world Laos and literally be able to hear three different Friends episodes simultaneously blaring from multiple screens in three competing, adjacent ‘traveller’ cafes – we took a songthaew yesterday afternoon to the capital Vientiane.

TempleToday at the holiest Buddhist shrine in the country, That Luang, the most important annual religious festival in Laos took place – Boun That Luang. We woke at 5:15am and took a tuk-tuk to the temple to be there by 6am and were joined by a few dozen foreigners and thousands of Lao worshippers (maybe 10,000?) in what was one of the highlights of our short trip so far. For the full moon of the 12th lunar month, monks from all over the country have descended on Vientiane in recent days. The Lao faithful, many dressed in their best clothing, arrived at the temple before dawn and took their spots in the courtyard – we did the same. It was still dark when we arrived but the temple was illuminated, giving the place an atmosphere of anticipation. Hundreds (more?) monks were waiting inside the courtyard and out with their empty alms bowls in front of them; but they would have to wait a little while longer.

As the sun came up – and it was a beautiful day – a monk led a prayer and chanting session for about half an hour. After that, the procedures were over and the Lao began lining up to give their alms to the monks. These mostly consisted of small amounts of money (500 and 1,000 kip notes – five and 10 American cents), packets of wafer biscuits, flowers, fruit and – of course – the country’s most ubiquitous food item, that goes with virtually every meal: sticky rice. This glutinous rice makes up 85 per cent of all rice grown in Laos and Laos is the largest consumer of glutinous rice in the world. Its insane popularity here is quite unusual because none of the neighbouring countries seem to eat it at all and, similarly, the Lao don’t go for steamed rice at all; once we saw steamed rice on a restaurant menu as ‘irregular rice’.

MonkWhile the alms giving was taking place, many monks had to scoop all the sticky rice out of their bowls into containers behind them to stop the overflow and by the end, they had so much stuff that they each had to haul it away in large plastic garbage bags. It was wonderful to be a part of such a beautiful ceremony, yet another reminder for me of how peaceful this religion is. It was also the best chance I’ve ever had to photograph Buddhist monks without the usual inhibitions, so I was very pleased about that.

I’ve put up some photos from the festival and will hopefully upload more in the next few days, as we have to stick around Vientiane to get our visas for Cambodia, before heading to the south of Laos. We’ve been in the country for three weeks already and figure on being here for 2-3 more – luckily we were stamped in for 60 days on arrival instead of 30…

A very Yemeni festival

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

After a couple of days in and around Kawkaban, we’re back in Sana’a plotting our next move. Unfortunately the wedding that was to be held today was postponed until next week as the father of the bride is still in Saudi Arabia after the hajj. But that wasn’t too disappointing as yesterday we got to be a part of one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever experienced.

Yahia, the very nice Yemeni man who runs a hotel in Kawkaban, drove us to a few of the nearby villages. Yesterday morning, we went to At-Tawilla with a Belgian couple we met the previous day. The village itself wasn’t as interesting as I’d hoped, but while walking around we heard some chanting and went to check it out. The local men (and boys) were marching through the village with their jambiyas (daggers) around their waists and kalashnikov rifles slung around their shoulders, pausing every once in a while to perform a circular dance with their two instruments. They eventually began marching out of town, on the main road to the next village. We followed them until they veered off the road to a ridge clearing overlooking the mountains, with clouds covering the valley below us. There they danced some more before embarking on part two of their “dancing and shooting” festival — taking their kalashnikovs and firing them into the mountains. If there had previously been any doubt in my mind that this was the wildest, craziest and most tribal country west of Afghanistan, there isn’t anymore. Watching and photographing these men (and boys!) firing their guns into the terraced fields was certainly the most unusual ‘festival’ I have ever seen. I got offered a chance to fire one, but the whole concept freaked me out a bit, so I declined.

The rest of our time in Kawkaban was nice and relaxing. We did another pleasant hike, I chewed some qat on the roof of a truck going up a mountain, and we chatted with Yahia and especially the Belgians, who have also travelled a lot through the Middle East.

Having interrupted the tourist police’s afternoon qat chewing session, we got our travel permits today and we’ll be heading to Zabid tomorrow. We’ve heard mixed reports about this city near the Red Sea coast, but its old city is the second of Yemen’s three UNESCO World Heritage listed sites so hopefully it will be an interesting place. There’s also a Friday morning fish market nearby that’s supposed to be one of the best markets in Yemen.