The Ladies of Laos
Trip Start Jul 22, 2009
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I've been trying to find the right word to describe the women of Laos. The one word that keeps on popping up is "native". But this word needs clarification. This is the one word that can be interpreted in so many different ways. And maybe that's the reason that this is the right way to describe them.
There are over 130 different tribes in Laos. This ethnic diversity has evolved into a multi-cultural country that is quite unique. This also makes it very difficult to describe the women. So, the other word that goes along with native is pure. The women are pure. But then, how can a multi-cultural, ethnically diverse, grouping of women be described as pure? The pureness is more then skin-deep. It is something that resonates from within. It is a radiance that I find in the women.
The flight attendant on my flight from Hanoi could only be described as elegant. She would come (from my best guess-ie. research) from the Phouthai tribe. These women are known for their smooth skin and aristocratic features. Many other women have that native look that we find in North American Indians and others are more along the lines of the South American natives of Peru and Argentina. I have also found many others that have the native look of the Australian Aborigines. Many Lao women have Chinese and Vietnamese features, which is understandable considering they are neighboring countries.
Yes, the ladies of Laos are a smorgasboard of beauty. If you're looking, this is the place to come. Considering that the women here seem to love western men, it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. (Sorry, just had to use that analogy)
This and that! A few stories.
Forgot to mention that the morning I was leaving Hanoi that I met a fellow traveler (that I did mention). Just didn't mention his story. He arrived in Hanoi the previous evening on a bus. Gets in a taxi and asks to be driven to a certain hostel. The driver isn't bringing the guy to the right place. They continue driving. In the end the traveler had to pay a 500,000 dong ($25) ransom fee to be let out of the taxi. He ended up at the sister hostel of the one I had been staying at. That one was the original. This one was brand new. He decided to come to this one and hitched a ride on a motorbike. Wearing his backpack and the driver weaving through traffic he said it was the scariest ride of his life.
When in Laos, don't order the steak. I ran across this French Restaurant yesterday afternoon. Stopped in for some ice cream. The menu looked promising. More expensive then most places but just reading the menu made my mouth water. I decided to go back for supper. The rib-eye steak sounded good. I order it medium. It arrives and I could still hear the cow mooing. It was completely raw. Sent it back. It came back a little closer to medium but it definitely wasn't Alberta beef.
Back at the iLounge. Meet up with a Calgarian. Has been living in Thailand the past 10 years. In town to make a Visa run. He tells me all about living in Thailand and his past in Calgary selling motorcycles at Bow Cycle.
Earlier in the day at the iLounge. Drafting a response to my audit ultimatum letter. Two guys show up in a 4X4. From Switzerland. Driving around the world. Planning on taking 2 years to do that.
Cold update. Been going through all the stages of a cold. Sore throat gone. Dry hacking cough and nose running like a faucet almost gone. Currently ears are plugged. Whatever pills the pharmacy gave me seem to be doing their thing. Language wasn't an issue. Just had a coughing fit while walking into the place and they knew right away what to give me. Yes, timing is everything.
Saturday night in Savannakhet. Across the street from my hotel is a restaurant and lounge. There's a second floor patio next to my room overlooking the street. I'm sitting there watching the world pass me by. The women are all dressed to the nines standing outside the restaurant. Most definitely sexy and gorgeous. Who needs TV when you can be entertained just watching life pass you by.
Went to the post office to mail 3 postcards. Once they figured out what I wanted they added more postage to the postage that the Cafe I bought the postcards at had put on. I was quite sure they didn't sell me the right stamps. Did you know that my 1 hour massage cost less then mailing 3 postcards?
That's it for Laos. My clothes are getting washed as I write. Off for another Laos massage before I hit the road again. Pack up my pack again. Then on a bus to Pakse in the morning. And a plane to Ho Chi Minh the morning after. I love this place, but the gypsy blood in me is itching to move on.
Think It! Feel It! Live It! Love It!
PS. The evening I arrived in Luang Prabang and arrived at my guest house I posted a comment on Facebook that said "I love this place". I had been in the country for less than an hour. One day I will believe it when I say that I'm psychic.