Luang Prabang, the sweet and the bitter.

We spent a nice week in the middle of November in Laos just hanging out in the UNESCO heritage city of Luang Prabang.  It was easy to walk around and look at the temples, the traditional streets, and cross the Mekong and the Nam Khan rivers.  Although tourism plays a key role in the life of the city, it does not feel like a theme park.  It’s not a perfect world, but at least there is a bustle of activity with tourists hiking up and down the streets buying souvenirs from the various vendors, eating Hamburgers, Pizza, French and Italian Cuisine, riding around in tuk-tuks. Here are some of the photos that attempt to capture the peaceful scenes I found.

Mekong River and Nam Khan River


Buddhist Temples and Museums

Some street views and the Khouangsi Waterfall


On the other side, I read Flying Through Midnight by John T Haliday. I have delayed posting this entry trying to find some way to describe my feelings.  This nonfiction book reminded me of several I read in the 1990s about the U.S. debacle in South East Asia.  To try to put this in an Asian perspective I visited the UXO museum. I feel there is no way to make sense of it, only the ongoing futility.