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luang prabang
Flying into to Luang Prabang from Chiang Mai, Thailand was definitely a change. It looked tiny from the air, little tin rooved shacks and wats, a few palm trees, some ramshackle bridges, home to just 16,000 people. That was Luang Prabang, a UNESCO World Heritage Site in the north of Laos sitting tightly between the confluence of the Mekong and Nam Khan rivers. Opium, marijuana, crumbling French colonial architecture, a few hippies, Buddhism and a big hill.
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Sunset over the Mekong River.
The Nam Khan River.
Luang Prabang alley.
Fancy old cars.
Drying hand-made paper in the sun. They add flower petals, leaves and even spicy chilies for decoration and colour.
Anna and Hanna in front of Luang Prabang Hospital. If you're sick, you stand by this sign and the ambulance will pick you up, just like at a bus-stop.
Children playing outside their school.
A monk under the Lao PDR flag, the other flag is the sickle and hammer of Communism.
Haw Kham, the Royal Palace.
A statue of King Sisavong Vong, the last King of Laos.
The Lotus Pond near the Royal Palace.
Haw Pha Bang near the Royal Palace.
The sim of Wat Xieng Thong, built in 1560, the most beautiful and important of Luang Prabang's 125 wats.
The Buddha of Wat Xieng Thong.
Door carvings.
Monks on their way to study.
Talat Dala, the Night Market.
Fruit shakes and donuts on the banks of the Mekong River.
Boys playing khata. The object is to get a medium-sized wicker ball over a volley ball net without using your hands.
By boat 25 km up the Mekong to the Pak Ou caves.
Approaching the caves from the river.
Making paper at the Paper Village.
Making lao lao whisky, at the Whisky Village.
Finished products, Snake Wine, with a cobra inside and Scorpion wine.
Hundreds of ancient Buddha statues with the Tham Ting cave.
The entrance to the second Pak Ou cave, Tham Phum.
Green rice paddies on the way to the waterfall.
Tat Kuangxi Waterfall, 32 km south of town.
My hostel wanted me to "turn off the fun" before I left each day.
Up Phousi Hill in the centre of town, over 200 steps.
That Chomsi, at the peak of Phousi Hill.
Me at the peak.
Looking east.
The Reclining Buddha at Wat Tham Phousi near the base of the hill.
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That Makmo, also known as The Watermelon Stupa because of its peculiar shape, at Wat Wisunulat. It's actually supposed to be a lotus flower.