11th March: we drove and drove and drove.
The journey by bus from Luang Prabang to Phonsavanh took about 9 hours, though there were lots of stops for leg-stretching, visits to the happy room, and buying little cans of sweet, cold coffee.
There were also photo stops for mist and palm trees
down in the valley
mountains and mist
the mists of time
among the palms
At lunchtime we walked through the local market, where the cooked food stalls had mechanised fly-whisks
TL stopped to show us something
can you guess what’s inside?
Who wants to try it?
Brian will eat anything
Our room in the hotel at Phonsavanh turned out to be the penthouse – sofa and chairs, floor to ceiling windows, an indoor balcony, choice of beds… Reassuringly, there were lots of things that didn’t work – lamps without a plug, and a bathroom in which it was impossible to wash your hands without also washing your feet.
Dinner close by at a restaurant run by a Brit, his Lao wife and their friend. Excellent food. We tried the only alternative to BeerLao, Namkhong, but it really wasn’t as good.
— words & pictures by Elizabeth