Luang Prabang

And so finally I can describe to you one of the most beautiful places and probably the loveliest city I have ever been to, Luang Prabang. Getting off the boat we thought we were on the outskirts of town, it was so quiet and a complete lack of tourists and cars. But no, we were in the middle of the city. Beautiful temples covered in gold leaf jostle with crumbling french architecture and amazing cafes. Monks in bright orange walk down the road and women on tuk tuks cling to parasols as they balance side saddle. As it is almost the water festival though there are some mischievous people lurking at the sides of the road waiting to drench you with water, funny until you get caught! In the evenings there are markets down the streets selling incredible handicrafts (I would say the nicest in South East Asia, you get the picture), a source of much angst for Andrea and I who have run out of space in our bags!


We have spent the whole of our three days here eating and drooling over how amazing the food is (and to think we ate lots of western food in Chiang Mai thinking we were coming to the back of beyond!). We have strolled down streets and peered into temples, taking sneaky pictures of the monks, stopping for fruit shakes at the side of the road and wishing we could live here. We are putting off the inevitable 9 hour horrendous journey onwards from here and have got to the stage that going to a museum or another temple is just too much effort, time to stop at another cafe and have cake!