The following morning we left for a 6-hour bus ride to Chiang Khong, where we would spend a night before crossing the border into Laos. The bus trip was broken into a few 2-hour trips and we stopped for lunch at another temple (can’t remember where it was or what it was called, but it was dubbed the ‘tacky temple’ and looked like something the white witch would live in within Narnia).
We arrived in Chiang Khong late afternoon, the town of which was really only one street filled with guesthouses, and spent the afternoon playing cards and going through the differences in Laos culture. We ate a local restaurant, where a Thai man and his 4 year-old daughter sang Eric Clapton with black hats flashing with red and green lights in a voice reminicent of Elvis with a Thai accent. We wanted to get up and start singing too, but that damn 4 year-old was holding onto that mic tighter than a Pamela Anderson t-shirt. Ah well, Karaoke would have to wait.
-Sarah
Sarah