Luang Prabang: Are You Marry?
Friday, January 20th, 2006The thing about Laos is, you never have to rush. And although I’d heard this before from other travellers, it remains a difficult thing to rid yourself of Western habits overnight. That’s how we ended up rushing to catch our slow boat from Pak Beng for the second day of our trip to Luang Prabang.
When we disembarked the night before, no-one seemed to know what time the boat was leaving the next morning; everyone was too preoccupied with scrambling across a narrow gangplank in the rapidly fading light, balancing precariously with packs on their backs, and fighting their way up the steep, sandy slope to be the first to the decent guesthouses. Bec and I meandered our way up the slope, and were soon at the door of a shady looking guesthouse, having been ushered there by a young girl, “Where you from?” She had asked. “You very pretty.” She had said. To Bec, not me. You fool.
Dave