Luang Prabang: Like an Old Friend
Tuesday, August 21st, 2007Ahhhh, Luang Prabang. Once Bec’s clothes had dried enough so that she could go outside wearing more than just a bath towel, we wandered the streets as darkness fell and reacquainted ourselves with this beautiful old town. It’s a place that moves slowly, that doesn’t get angry, or flustered, or impatient. It is still a place where young monks can be seen walking the streets in their bright orange robes, with umbrellas held over their heads to shield out the sun. Still a place where the sellers at the fabulous night market greet you with a firendly smile, rather than a depserate plea for you to buy something. Still a place where you can sit at an open-air restaurant on the banks of the Mekong and sup on dollar beers and eat delicious fish.
Dave