Is it possible? At first glance, Laos seems spotless – devoid of the
endless blue plastic bags that littler Cambodia from the temples,
through the slums and down to the beaches. There’s a tidy town award
here in the making !
The slow streets are edged by wider pavements – heavens, there’s
even space between the dinner tables layed out along the Mekong banks
in the night markets.
There are even more geckos climbing the walls to bark at each other
and munch on mozzies. Ah ha! Maybe these rickety beer gardens
overhanging the Mekong on a platform of stilts provide answers… Bigger
river = bigger mosquitos.
And tiny frogs! Tiny, tiny little ones jumping about in front of the
potted bouganvillea of a nearby guest house. I love frogs – hopefully
I’ll get to love an elephant too as we head further north.
The
Laotians are keeping to themselves for now. We’ve only had one offer of
a “motorbiiii” and one for a tuk-tuk. At last, a modicum of peace. (I
say that now… but just wait until I actually need that Moto ride
somewhere – won’t be able to find one for love or money).
