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I’m postponing my weaving post today, because I have something more important to talk about right now, though it’s pretty solemn and serious stuff. Bear with me. While I left the states not really knowing much about the history of the places I wanted to visit, I have been doing my best to learn about the history, culture, and people as I travel along. And right now, I am learning things about Laos that I would like to share with you in the hopes that we can all feel more educated, aware, and possibly take some action.

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Laos was declared an independent and neutral nation at the 1954 Geneva Conference. However, during the Vietnam war the US feared that communism would spread through Laos. They defied UN sanctions regarding neutral countries, and began carpet bombing Northern Laos and Southern Laos along the Ho Chi Minh Trail. Their hope was to prevent the spread of communism and to prevent the trafficking of Vietnamese soldiers and supplies from Southern to Northern Vietnam. From 1964 to 1973, the US dropped over 2 million tons of bombs (that’s a planeload of bombs every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day for 9 years). The result is that Laos is the most heavily bombed country per capita to date. More bombs have been dropped in Laos than all the bombs dropped in Germany and Japan combined during WWII. The CBU’s (Cluster Bomb Units) dropped in Laos contained numerous explosives in the shape of a small ball, studded with ball bearings. When dropped, the CBU would open, releasing the smaller units, or bombies which were designed to explode on impact. Civilian victims fled to live in caves and not until several more fled to refugee camps in the capital of Laos, did they begin to receive any attention from the world. When Lyndon B. Johnson declared a cease fire on airstrikes in Vietnam, many of the planes carrying a load would then drop them in Laos so they could avoid performing a safety check upon landing at the airbase in Thailand.

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Of the roughly 270 million CBU’s dropped, 80 million failed to detonate, which means that today, there are still live explosives littering the lands of Laos. Since the war, over 20,000 civilians have been killed or injured, 30% are children. Additionally, the effects of the UXO’s (Unexploded Ordinances) has hindered the agricultural development of the country. Because the bombies are hidden in the land, it has become impossible for the villagers to farm without risking their lives. Yet, often is the case that they do risk their life as there is no other option for them to earn an income (besides collecting scrap metal from the bombs; another dangerous undertaking).

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We could still see craters pockmarking the hills as we walked through the Plain of Jars today. The sites that we walked through have all been thoroughly checked and cleared of any UXO’s and the safe zones are clearly marked on the ground.

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The jars themselves were pretty interesting and there seems to be some conflicting views on what they were used for. While archaeologists think that they were used as funeral urns (due to the bones and glass beads they found), many Laotians believe that they were either used to make whiskey for a victorious king or to collect rain water during the rainy season. If they were used to make whiskey…well, that must have been some party.

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After visiting the sites, we visited the MAG (Mines Advisory Group) center in town and watched a great documentary called “Bombies”. It’s incredible to think that just 40 years ago, the US pulled out of Laos and yet, to this day, the people of Laos are still dealing with the aftermath of the bombing. To date, the US still manufactures, stockpiles and uses CBU’s. They provide charity money to Laos, though it’s a mere fraction of what they spent bombing them in the first place. Despite all this, I have yet to feel any animosity towards me or America from any of the people I meet here.

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Well, thanks for sticking through this rather depressing post. My hope is that it was more informative (without sounding too preachy) than anything else. It was great to learn so much about the history of Laos as well as the US. If you’re interested in learning more, check out MAG’s website. They do work all over the world to clear UXO’s from villages and provide training and education to local people.

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Now go forth, hug a tree, make peace not war, and wear your sunscreen.

Did I mention that so far this has been my favorite place? Well, it is. I love the views, the people, the food…pretty much everything. The only thing that is really bringing me down these days are the mosquitos. I think they’re some sort of mutant breed because they can bite you through your clothes. It’s just not right. I won’t divulge how many bites I have on my bum, but it’s really hindering my ability to sit down comfortably. And I’m sure that the amount of deet that I’m putting on isn’t doing my body much good either. What’s a girl to do?

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After my experience in Thailand, I was super hesitant to do a tour with my travel partners. But I read nothing but great reviews, so I thought it was worth a shot. Fortunately, it was a great experience and our guide was so friendly and informative. The first stop we made was to Pak Ou Caves. It’s about 25km up the Mekong River (I actually took pictures of it on the slow boat, not realizing what it was).

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Inside the limestone caves, there are literally thousands of tiny Buddha statues, mostly made from wood. From what I understood, our guide said that it was one of the most holiest places in Laos and it gets pretty busy in April when the locals come to pray at the new year.

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After the caves, we met the elephants and their mahouts (or trainers). Right off the bat, I knew that this would be a great experience. The elephants looked happy and healthy, and you could tell by the way that the mahouts interacted with them, that they had a special and loving bond.

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This was also the first time I have seen mahouts without sticks in their hands. They used just their voice and knees to nudge them behind their ears. We were given a quick lesson on how to command an elephant in Laos and were quizzed so we could try to ride them on our own. Those 10 minutes I was riding the elephant bareback on my own was probably the most intimidating and terrifying and thrilling thing ever. Also, my elephant didn’t listen to a damn thing I said. Maybe it was my accent?

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Eventually the mahout jumped on with me and off we went into the river, where my elephant proceeded to shake me off her back and into the river. I accidentally drank some of the Mekong… that wasn’t disgusting at all. I bought some bananas after and made friends with the baby elephant (4 years old!). They are such amazing creatures from the pads of their feet to the tips of their trunks. Absolutely incredible. There was a moment there when I thought it would be entirely possible to live in Laos and become a mahout of my very own elephant. Then I remembered that I hate jungle mosquitos.

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The next day, we woke up bright and early (read 9am), rented some bikes and began a 32 km (roughly 20 miles) bike ride to Tat Kaung Si. I almost gave up halfway through; it was a steep climb to make in the heat. But I persevered, mostly because I was too proud and embarrassed to hail a tuk-tuk to take me the rest of the way. After the initial climb, and after I managed to catch my breath, I was able to take in the views. I took two photos, because I knew if I stopped to take a picture every time I saw something beautiful, I never would have made it to the falls.

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I have never sweated that much in my life (except for that time in hot yoga, which I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I was thinking doing that). So jumping into the swimming area at the falls was absolutely heavenly. We were down at the lower swimming area so long until we realized there was a rope swing a few pools up from us. So worth the brutal bike ride to get there.

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Other than that, I have just been enjoying walking around the city and eating the street food. There are some interesting buffets going on in the alleys by the night market.  $1.25 for a plate full.

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And these little coconut pancakes…I’m kind of glad I discovered them late in the game, otherwise I would have been pigging out on them everyday.

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I finished weaving a scarf on a floor loom today and it has gotten be all kinds of excited about crafting again. Now if only I had some place to put a floor loom….

I was a little apprehensive to take the slow boat down the Mekong River to get to Luang Prabang, Laos. I’m not exactly the most sea-worthy person and I was thinking that being on a boat for two days would really suck if the sky was hazy and you couldn’t see any of the views and had motion-sickness.

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But aside from the hour long wait at the border crossing to get our visa, a fight between two Laotian hotel touts on our first stop, and a protest staged by the passengers on the boat when we arrived in Luang Prabang, the trip was incredible. Not that l’ve ever taken a bus into Laos, but I think that the slow boat is the way to go.

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The views were absolutely gorgeous and surreal. I couldn’t believe I was just floating down the Mekong River. The boat itself was kind of an odd thing. The seats looked like they came straight out of a minivan and they weren’t bolted down to the floor. The engine was just sitting in the back of the boat, and there wasn’t too much between it and you if you were walking towards the toilet. But the ride was smooth and the Beer Lao kept flowing.

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Our first night, we stopped in a small town called Pakbeng. We were all standing on the deck waiting for our luggage to be offloaded when a fight broke out in front of us. One more reason why you should just ignore the hotel touts when you get off the boat. Just grab your bag and make your way up the hill. Accommodation is abundant and cheap and only a quick walk away. I had my first Lao dish: buffalo laab. Delicious.

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The second day was much of the same, but the views never got old to me. If you take the slow boat, don’t sleep and miss the views. Otherwise, you might as well just take a bus. When we arrived in Luang Prabang, they dropped us off at a new dock before you get into the old city. This caused much confusion amongst everyone, because they never told us beforehand and we were all expecting to be dropped off right in town. So a majority of the passengers refused to get off the boat until they took them further downstream to the original dock. According to the Laotians, they moved the landing dock 2 months ago to avoid the crowds in the main street of the old city. Apparently it was just getting too crowded with all the tourists coming in.

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My travel companions and I decided that we didn’t want to participate in the protest, so we took a tuk-tuk into town. Later we ran into a guy who stayed on the boat. He told us that at some point, a passenger stole the keys to the boat and the boat driver (with reason) became visibly upset and called the police and the tuk-tuk drivers refused to take anyone into town. I’m so glad we avoided that fiasco.

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So far, Luang Prabang has been my favorite place on this trip. The weather is cooler, the air cleaner, the people friendlier and baguettes. Oh my god. I forgot how much I love bread. I have been hanging out here for almost a week just taking it all in and enjoying every minute of it. So much so, that I keep forgetting to blog about it all. But it’s coming, don’t worry. Tomorrow: Another elephant experience (a good one this time), Buddha Cave, Kuang Si waterfall and in case you think that I’ve forgotten all about crafting: traditional Laos weaving (yup, I learned how to work a floor loom and dyed some silk yarn).

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Well, the time for beach bumming is over and it’s back to the big ol’ city where tuk-tuk drivers are relentless, the smells of street food fill the air, and the heat can’t be quenched anymore by dipping into the ocean.

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I’ve never been one for big cities. Never really liked the feeling of pushing my way through crowded streets, being harassed by street vendors, or feeling like the buildings were closing in all around me. But, once you get out of the touristy streets and away from the hawkers, it’s easy to see why so many people love this city.

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Old traditions and temples mingle with the new buildings and skyscrapers, while traffic looms below. Even the floating markets still retain some old world charm despite being overrun by tourists and high-speed long tail boats.

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It kind of makes you wonder where you are in the first place. Of course, when you stare straight up into the face of a 15m tall reclining Buddha, the reality of being in Bangkok is hard to avoid.

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In all honesty, I had no idea what I wanted to do in Thailand. All I knew is that I really love Thai food. And the more that I think about it, the more I realize that I plan most of my trips around food.

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I have never been able to recreate Thai food at home. So I guess the only real goal I had for this trip was to learn how to make Thai food. Lucky for me, there is a plethora of cooking classes available here. Our chef was amazing with her instruction and lessons in Thai ingredients. We started with a trip to the market where we learned all about the key ingredients in Thai food.

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The difference between boring ginger and Thai galangal ginger. What Kafir lime does, what a tamarind looks like and how to make fresh coconut milk.

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And not to toot my own horn, but damn if that wasn’t the best pad thai that I had since arriving in Thailand. Haha, ok, maybe it wasn’t the best, but there was something really satisfying in making it ourselves. No, but seriously, it was the best.

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As much fun as Bangkok has been, it’s about time for me to move on. Tomorrow I head up to Northern Thailand to see what’s to do up there. From here one out, I’m going solo. Rob is safely back stateside enjoying the comforts of home, and while I’m a little envious that he gets to change his clothes, I’m looking forward to continuing this journey for a while longer. In the meantime, I want you all to enjoy a big juicy burger for me and love your tap water.

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These last five days have been a complete whirlwind consisting of a trip to the hospital, bus rides, plane rides, quick connections in Delhi with even slower security, taxi rides, tuk-tuk rides amidst a full out water-war, a train ride, a ferry ride and finally relief on the beaches of Ko Tao. I think I have finally caught up to all the crazy, but really when I think about it, I can’t think about it, if you know what I mean.

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The night of my last post, Rob caught a bad case of food poisoning. After staying up for most the night, thinking it was just a small thing that might pass, we decided that we needed to get to the hospital since he wasn’t capable of keeping even water down. It was 3:30 in the morning and no one was out. We had to wake the staff at the hostel we were staying at and he managed to hail some random passerby and convince them to take us to the hospital for 400 rupees. When we got there, no one was awake. I woke the nurse, the pharmacist, the lab technician and the accounts payable person. The nurse sent me to the pharmacy to pick up the syringes, the IV bag, and all the medication. It was perhaps the strangest thing ever. I was running samples to the lab and results back to the nurse. I suppose it was something to do besides sit there and worry. In the end, Rob heroically (Rob’s words, not mine) pulled through barely scathed, but out about $40. Yup, that was the total bill. And I think I may even be over-estimating that.

We were exhausted on our bus ride to Kathmandu to make our flight out the next morning (where I was frisked about 6 times before boarding the plane). The flight was nothing to write home about, but the security at our connection in Delhi was a nightmare. It resulted in us running to our gate, which proved futile because the plane was delayed coming in. Sigh.

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Once we made it to Bangkok, it was pouring rain, and it was Thai New Years. Which essentially means that everyone was out with white paint and water guns. I can’t think of anything I didn’t want more in my life. We escaped the insanity the first night, but the party raged on to the next day. As we were taking a tuk-tuk around the city, we got full blast of water. We arrived at our destination completely soaked. My camera was a little more wet than I would have liked and my brand new dumb phone that I just purchased that morning broke. Yet we persevered, bought some snacks, and boarded a night train to Chumphon. The early morning ferry to Ko Tao signaled the end of our travels (for now) and I have currently planted myself on the beach and am demanding to have coconuts delivered to me hourly.

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