After crossing the border on foot, we arrived in our third Communist country, Laos! A quick bus over the Friendship Bridge, and a tuktuk into town and we were in the Lao capital, Vientiane. The word capital almost feels inappropriate here- even city feels strong, as it’s so laid back here, it is more like a small town, save for the inevitable Asian lunatic traffic!
Our first hotel was seconds away from the Nam Phou Fountain square, where live musicians performed evening.
|Nam Phou fountain|
|The night market|
The large part of the first two days was spent in the Kafkaesque nightmare of ferrying back and forth to the Thai Consulate to obtain our visas to return and explore the South of Thailand. However, the journey there gives you a view of the impressive Patuxai, a Lao copy of the Arc de Triumph, made slightly larger. This was built using concrete the Americans had donated for a airstrip (possibly out of guilt, the country was badly hurt by the Vietnam war, despite not officially being involved), and as a result, has the amusing nickname of ‘The Worlds Tallest Runway’. It’s still impressive the fifth time you go past!
Lao cuisine is also amazing! Their national dish is Laap, a mix of minced meat (traditionally eaten raw), sweet basil and mint that is delicious. Beerlao is great (‘Beer of the Wholehearted People‘ is a great slogan too). Laolao, a blindingly strong rice whisky is very popular, and does this;
|After. It tastes like burning.|
The best restaurants in Vientiane appear to be the worst looking- on one street there are five consecutive cafes all cooking amazing food for around 10,000 kip (just shy of a quid), under a crudely fashioned covering made out of old canvas and beer adverts, with kitchens made from a gas bottle and some knocked together metal, serving barbecued meats, spring rolls, fresh coconut and fish caught 30 metres away in the Mekong. Not a bad meal between them.
|Great restaurants- they look terrible!|
And despite very strict laws prohibiting such recreations, we were offered opium, and the services of a transvestite. Which was kind of them.