I LOVED Luang Prabang. I loved the magical, civilized beauty of it. I loved my wonderful, lovely guesthouse. I loved the sound of the monks chanting in the temples at sunset. I loved the Night Market, the arts and crafts, the sweet people with the soft smiles. I loved the politeness, the beauty of the trees and flowers and rivers, the wats, the light.
I met up with Kate and Grady from Bisbee. They had traveled from Chiang Mai on the slow boat and arrived after three days in Luang Prabang. We spent two nights together exploring the night market and eating in the night food market. It was lovely to spend time with them again. Warm wishes my friends for a safe and wonderful journey until we meet again in Bisbee next year.
I visited a small, old temple located on top of a hill in a village across the Mekhong river from Luang Prabang. The temple, or Wat, had an amazing, powerful energy in it. It touched my heart.
I hired a fisherman to take me south on the Mekhong river. We went, the two of us, in a boat similar to this one.
We stopped at a small village. A group of children were playing in the water and they let me take a photo.
Traffic on the river.
At the end of the day many villagers bathe in the river.
We set off on the river at daybreak. Here is a photo looking south.
Each village seems to have a small temple.
And a monk.
Who can resist the faces of children! These live in the most southern village that we visited where tourists rarely go.
Headed toward the shore and our boat after visiting a village.
My boatman, the fisherman.
