
Walking around in the night finding a street sign or place
to sleep actually was quite hard but several local people freely offered to
help me, not even trying to scam me to go somewhere else but just genuinely assisting
me and making calls around to local hostels. Friendly outgoing people? No one aiming for my money? One strange place indeed!


On to Wat Sinyaphum next, located along the Mekong River,
hardly gave me a positive impression of Buddhist life in Laos. Monks of all
ages sat around in their bright orange prisoner colored robes while the youth
listened to their I-pods and lounged around. Outside the temple workers were
carefully painting a parking lot full of Buddhist statues with their fake
golden exterior.
Within an hour I had seen the entire town and its few offerings. With nearly 12 hours to kill I went to the road coming from the church and sat on one of the many empty benches in the sun watching children fly homemade plastic bag kites in the dusty, otherwise empty streets. The highlight of my day was watching the other foreigners trapped in this town board the VIP bus to Vientiane while I nestled in between 2 bags of mangoes on the local bus to take me somewhere with a pulse.
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