I ate my first water buffalo there, ( you have to be really, really poor to eat water buffalo), it is and tastes terrible. This is maybe 20 miles North of the Mekong, crossed by a ferry, there is no bridge, and there are no paved roads to the North of Luang Prabang, though everything is fairly civilized on the South side.
Very odd in that regards.
The children had never seen a white man and ran crying to hide behind their mother's skirts.
I truly loved Laos.
The people took me in and were very kind to me.
Personally I will never go back to VN...been there done that....sigh.
Why was I there?
Well, there were motorbikes to rent in Luang Prabang....and, oddly, people, Laotians told me there was no way north of the Mekong....I don't know why they would say that....I suppose they had never been there themselves and so didn't know.
I had the motorbike crash in Laos, my right shoulder still is healing six months later.
Ah to be flying down a dirt road, far from anywhere and crash....lol
that was tougher than one might think.
Why?
My life is so terrible, I go far away, not even reachable by phone.
Well, it's better than drugs or booze....lol
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Traveller
Well off the beaten path and of interest to me from RVN days. We may have dropped B-52 strikes near this place if it is near the border - what we used to call the Ho Chi Minh trail. I'm very curious where this is and what took you there? Looks like a peaceful and beautiful, even pristine place - nicely captured. And I guess there is little more private and intimate than one's bath wherever it is done. -tv