In Nong Khiaw, the scale is smaller, obviously -- everything is smaller here. We've seen one wat that was in use, and one that seemed to be abandoned. There may be others, but we've only seen those. We hadn't really seen any monks until we were out this morning for a walk in the gorgeous misty morning. Our mission was to see the market again, and to find breakfast somewhere other than the hotel. We didn't expect to see monks on their alms round, at all.
|monks coming, woman kneeling on the road holding up rice|
|The market was busier today than yesterday|
|look at that mountain -- straight up into the sky|
|we keep trying to catch the beauty here but the photos fail miserably|
|Lao coffee is wonderful -- thick and gritty and black. This was not that. And that's all I'll say.|
The tuktuk picks us up in 30 minutes to take us to the boat dock. The scenery is supposed to be incredible; we'll pass through a gorge with these enormous straight-sided mountains on either side. It's like the rural SEAsia version of New York City -- the only way to see the sky is to look straight up. Post and pictures tonight.
Gosh. How lucky are we. I feel lucky to know the different kinds of tuktuks -- different here than in India, than in Cambodia, than in Vietnam. I feel lucky to understand a tiny bit about tak bat. I feel lucky to know the different rivers of southeast Asia, and now to know the early morning view of these misty mountains and how different it is at 2pm. I feel lucky to know the different kinds of coffee in the different countries. I feel lucky to have favorite markets -- the one in Galle, Sri Lanka, was probably the most beautiful, but this one here in Nong Khiaw is lively and busy and we love it, and the one in Luang Prabang is more leisurely, and the ones in Hanoi, and the crab market in Kep.....how lucky. How lucky to have the desire and curiosity and heart to travel AND the ability to travel. Sad to have one without the other, lucky to have both. Lucky me, lucky us, lucky mud.