Luang Prabang, Laos

“What’s the best way for me to get to Luang Prabang?” I asked a Sinh Café travel agent in Hanoi.

“You take bus,” she advised.  “Very nice.”

“How long is the bus ride?” I asked.

“30 hour.”

“The bus ride takes 30 hours?”

“Yes, 30 hour,” she confirmed in a monotone.  “Very nice.”

Hmmm…  A few more questions revealed an alternative.  I could follow the travel agent’s recommendation and enjoy a “very nice” 30-hour bus ride to Luang Prabang, or for $70 more I could catch a plane flight that takes about 12 seconds.

At 9:00 the next morning my plane lifted off and by 10:30 I was walking around Luang Prabang, really pleased to be in Laos for the first time in my life.  (I think the travel agents make higher commissions on bus rides, given that there are kickbacks from all the restaurants and souvenir stands the buses stop at along the way.  I hate to question the professionals, but it’s possible – just possible – their advice might be a little biased.  Another Hanoi travel agent told me I had to arrange my Laos visa in advance and tried to charge me $55 when she must have known perfectly well that it’s quick and easy to get a visa on arrival at the Luang Prabang airport for just $35, which is what I did.)

I shared a cab with two German girls for the short ride from the airport to the old quarter of Luang Prabang and quickly found a nice hotel room with my own balcony overlooking the street.  At first I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something felt very strange about Luang Prabang.  Finally it hit me:  no honking.  I’d been walking the streets for an hour and had yet to hear a single horn.  What a contrast to Hanoi and Saigon, were at any given moment 100 horns penetrate your skull simultaneously.  In fact the streets of Luang Prabang were practically free of moving vehicles – the complete opposite of Hanoi’s perpetual river of antagonistic motorbikes and cars.  I began to feel…  relaxed.  I’d been told Laos would do that, but I never imagined it would kick in so quickly.

That afternoon I wandered around the old quarter, basically a peninsula bounded by two rivers – the Mekong and the Nam Khan.  Locals swinging in hammocks during the heat of the afternoon, flashes of bright orange robes as Buddhist monks walked by, rows of pale yellow houses in the French colonial style.  Towards sunset I climbed up to the That Chomsi temple for 360-degree views of the town as it slipped into darkness.


Luang Prabang from That Chomsi
At sunset a large stretch of Sisavangvong street is blocked off for the Hmong Night Market, with row after row of red and blue tents covering a range of locally-produced goods intended to appeal to tourists.


Hmong Night Market
Vendor at the Hmong Night Market

Sisavangvong Street at Night

Luang Prabang is filled with Buddhist temples and every morning around 6am the monks file out into the street to collect their daily alms.  Locals and tourists line up with baskets of food and drop a little bit into the collecting bowl of each passing monk.  The possibility of a colorful sunrise over the Nam Khan would have been enough to get me out of bed before dawn on my first morning in Laos, so there was no way I’d miss hundreds of monks filling the street.


Pre-Dawn Buddhist Ceremony
Monks with Begging Bowls


Monks Receiving Alms

Young Monks in Line
The day before I’d stopped by a travel company to look at the different day tours.  “You want ride elephant in waterfall?” they asked.  If it had been a movie, we would have immediately cut to a scene of me on the back of an elephant, sitting next to a talkative Polish guy named Bolestaw, wading out into the Tad Sae waterfall just north of Luang Prabang.  After my turn on the elephant I photographed the next group.


Riding an Elephant Through the Tad Sae Waterfall

Elephant at the Tad Sae Waterfall
The Tad Sae waterfall itself was beautiful – several different levels of cascading tiers falling into pools of green water.  Apparently the water level is very seasonal, at its best during the rainy season (which lasts another month or so) but so low it’s not worth visiting in the dry season.


Tad Sae Waterfall

Tad Sae Waterfall Cascade
All areas of Tad Sae were open for swimming and the water was surprisingly cold, a perfect break from the heat and humidity.  I spent so much time taking photos that I almost missed my chance to swim.


Swimming at Tad Sae Waterfall

Girl Walking in Tad Sae Waterfall
Back in Luang Prabang that afternoon I ran into Lindsey, one of the three law students I met in Halong Bay.  Liz had flown home already but Lindsey and Ashley had a few more days to travel.  They were leaving on a bus to Chang Mai that night, so we just caught up briefly while walking around the Hmong Night Market.

At sunset I climbed back up to the That Chomsi temple and ended up talking with a group of monks who seemed interested in my camera.


Monk at That Chomsi
The next day I woke up at dawn again to watch the monks collect morning alms before I left for Huay Xai.  I knew I’d be returning to Luang Prabang in a few days, otherwise there’s no way I’d have been ready to leave.


Monks Passing Buddha Statue

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