P.D.R.

I do not want to leave Luang Prabang and am seriously considering letting my inner child take over and let her stomp her feet, throw herself on the floor, little fists in a ball, face streaked with tears and yelling: “I don’t want to gooooo!”  But the adult in me knows that it won’t go well with the rest of the group and primarily, that it will do me no good.  So my bag is packed and out the door.  I delight myself in some local flora and pretend I’m here to stay.  

Laos P.D.R. is the full name of the country.   P.D.R. stands for People’s Democratic Republic though it is also an acronym for the country’s way of life:  “Please Don’t Rush”  I don’t want to rush in its discovery.

But then comes a tuk tuk ride to the bus.  A daylong bus ride to Vang Vieng is ahead of us.  We are warned that most of it will be on a windy, bumpy road.  We are going to stop for bathroom breaks and to visit hill tribes along the way.  Noon will find us at a “pretty for pictures” mountain-high restaurant.  I mistakenly wrote I was on the “death road” yesterday.  Well my mind got things mixed up and it was today.   It is going to take us –on a good day- between 6 to 8 hours to get to our destination.

At the beginning, the road offers the usual scenery.  Fields along the way, houses, sky, mountains in the distance.  Then I doze off and awake to this…     

Suddenly the words “bumpy”, “windy”, “hill”, and “mountain-high”, connect!  I add “death-road”, “vertigo”, “ouch”, “Can I get off now?”  Later I would read that the road was “not recommended for nervous persons”.  There are few to no barriers separating the bus from a vast ravine.  Someone asks if I had fallen asleep because I was too quiet.  No, I say.  I’m just too queasy to talk!

No wonder my head hurts.  It’s been bouncing against the window.  Sort of like the head of those dogs they use for good fortune (the ones that their head bobs on any movement.) Fortunately, my palpitations will be reduced by a walk in the hill tribe village we stop at. 

We are the local entertainment.   

A protective older sister wraps her arm around her sibling and as I press my shutter gives me a look of  “don’t you mess with my sister”. 

We are invited by a local to visit his home.  In all the villages and homes we have visited there is a television and satellite alongside abject poverty.  But these people do not live in misery for they are content with who and where they are.

Kitchen at entrance.    

Our host lives in this home with his wife and 11 children.  He answers all our questions and I see in his eyes wonderment and disbelief in some of the things we are curious about.

There is a strange flickering noise in back of me that is a bit unsettling (Is something alive there?) but I don’t want to be rude, turn and potentially run out screaming if I find a strange animal resides in that corner.   

Other kids join us or come in.   

And we leave.  We are still the entertainment.     

Can you tell who will be the gang leader from this photo?  

After a few hours –many more than I like- we arrive at the restaurant for lunch.  Mr. Peng laughs as he sees my expression of horror as he parks the bus head first, facing the precipice.  Lucky me is in the front row.  Okay, you are close enough, please stop the bus, stop please, STOP, NOW!!!  

We go to “happy place” (local speak for bathroom) first.    

Then a little walk uphill towards the restaurant.  To my left a view of the road. 

To my right, a scene that could be labeled many ways.  My whole being quiets and settles.  

A view of where we came from.  We are at approximately 5,000 ft.  

Reaching the restaurant, a little figure, advertising god-knows-what, seems so out of place that we all gawk at it and name it “little happy laughing girl Buddha”.     

We eat.  Wash our hands.  Explore the surroundings a little more.  and back to the bus for another couple of hours till we stop at a mountain food market.  You aren’t tired already, are you?

We are instructed not to point our cameras at any of the dead animals that are offered (head and all).  Seems that these vendors are fully aware of Facebook and that a photo may go up that will force authorities to come in and fine or confiscate.  They sell some animals that are not supposed to be sold.  Fortunately I see none with a face to it.

There are a lot of “normal” selections of fruit and vegetables. 

Bamboo shoots.  

Banana blossom. 

Taro.  I would later have taro soup and then taro ice cream. 

And something that is nowhere near common or normal in my book.  Our guide points out what looks like a stalk of something and says that it is a delicacy in his country.  I am leery.  Delicacy = very odd, strange, gross, inedible, retching-induced!

Our vendor starts the process.

She peels.  

Almost done.  

And out comes the yuckiest of worms.  It has been cooked in the stalk but that doesn’t make it any more appetizing.   Our guide repeats it’s a delicacy and proceeds to eat it.  Amazingly, so did one of our group who told everyone it tasted like chicken.

Ohhh, the Americans ate the worm!  

Back on a bus that, at this point, nobody wants to be in.   Another hour and another stop at another happy place where, believe it or not, they sell Kit Kats and Snickers. I buy them and eat them both in a nano second!  I don’t even like chocolate but somehow it was appropriate and satisfying to do so. It didn’t stop me from trying the local taro ice cream, either.

A million years more of a bus ride (or so it seemed) and my sore bottom and me arrive in Vang Vieng.  The bus is too big for the city streets so we shall walk to the hotel.  Vang Vieng has the reputation of being a backpacker’s paradise and it lives up to the fame with advertising for tubing, zip-lining, trekking, parties, etc.  I get a kick out of one that is none of those.

Are you over seacall?  Busticker anyone?  

Sign with all the familiar breakfast (at least for the Brits) 

We had seen an ad for a balloon ride in the plane and wanted to do it but once we saw the balloon and how incredibly close he got to that building we change our minds.   

The ever-present temple along the way.  

As I look towards a street vendor, I capture her expression right before she gives me the thumbs up signal.  

Graffiti in Laos? 

Then a road that becomes indicative of the type of resort we are staying at. 

Though it hardly matters where we sleep for this is the view before us.       

We eat well.

Pumpkin soup.  

Remnant of my tilapia.   

After which I dive, literally dive onto my not so soft bed.  Lots of excitement to be had tomorrow!

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18 thoughts on “P.D.R.

  1. Hijole after this I need a nap and a Snickers myself. I’m loving this.

  2. Lovely place… great post… thank u for sharing

  3. What an adventure! I don’t know about the worm-eating experience. Even if it’s cooked. It’s probably ok and a good source of protein. But the mouth-feel would be something to overcome, I would think. As for the bus ride, you are brave!

    • It is, I hear, as you say good protein. But ughhh! I thought the guy that ate it would swallow it like an oyster but he said he bit on it and I just didn’t want to know any more!!!
      On the bus ride I must say that Mr. Peng, our driver, turned out to be my hero! Great driving on a veeeeery scary road.
      Looking forward to another of your posts. I like how you think!

  4. Rosalinda

    Thank you Lidi, for sharing this wonderful experience! I have so enjoyed reading all of your marvelous adventures and the places, people, cultures and unusual foods your are encountering. I anxiously await your next post. Abrazos!

    • Hey beautiful! Was going to e-mail you ’cause for the past week or more I have been thinking a lot about mami and you. Hope all is well.
      So glad that you are following! It is lovely to have you with me, at least virtually. We are good traveling together (even in real life!)
      Abrazote amiga. Miss you!

  5. mariko

    love

  6. Piri!

    Finally! Glad all is well and that the adventure continues! Posted but shots didn’t come out had to download and paste! Nice memories!

    Big hug,

    Anag

    • Thanks! Next time I won’t upload the photos in full resolution ’cause I think that makes it harder to click on and post. Learning this blogging thing along the way and out of necessity.
      So wonderful to have you with me.
      Hug right back at ya kid!

  7. Oh…my…God! I would have been under the seat! What a trip that is, Lidi! That’s a heck of a way to get over Luang Prabang!

    Thanks for a great post!

    • Hi souldipper!
      I considered the “under the seat” route!
      Please consider it your trip too…. soooo, want meet under the seat on the next portion? 🙂
      Enjoying your blog and thank you for coming along!

  8. Eduardo

    He quedado exhausto! Siento lo que disfrutas con lo que considero tu mayor y mejor inversión de vida. Además haces vivir a todos los que siguen tus relatos, esa intensidad y capacidad de disfrutar lo que estas sintiendo. Me mantengo cerca de esta forma. No me pierdo ningún capítulo!

  9. Inversión de vida… buena forma de expresarlo! Realmente ha sido y sigue siendo algo que llevaré conmigo, muy cerquita de mi corazón (si es que me queda algo de él ya que estoy dejando un pedacito en cada lugar que estoy) por el resto de mi existencia.
    Me complace que mis amigos puedan compartir através de este medio y que esté comunicando en alguna forma lo que atravieso!

  10. Dean Preston

    Love the breakfast menu!

  11. Thought you’d like it. 🙂
    I never warmed up to porridge much.

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