I initially sat shotgun in the minibus on the way to Luang Prabang, but my conscience forced me to rescind my seat. I donated it to a Korean guy of basketballesque proportions and felt better, even though my knees were touching the seat in front. The driver (somewhat worryingly) kept pouring water into the leaking tank, but we arrived safely at 16:00. I tagged along with some girls from Enfield to watch the sunset from the top of Phu Si – a vantage point from which you can see the whole town. After climbing countless steps we were faced with a wall of people, blocking the view that we’d paid for. The sunset was beautiful through phone screens. We then went for something to eat, before hitting the night market. Stunning embroidery, delicate paintings, gorgeous clothing and ethnic jewellery were on sale. I regretted making hasty purchases earlier in my trip, and resolved to see how much money I can scrimp over the next few days to buy another unnecessary souvenir.
The following morning was cold and grey, but to pass the time, me and the Enfield girls went to a small convenience store to watch a lady make sausages. She minced the fatty pork in a squealing machine, mixing the pink pulp with herbs and seasoning. She then expertly filled the limp casing with a an empty plastic bottle and a wooden club made to fit snugly inside. It was both mesmerising and revolting – an interesting way to start the day. By the time Ana and Cèdric arrived at the hostel on their motorbikes, the sun was shining and the sky was a deep blue. We drove to Tad Sae falls, passing through small villages with smiling children waving frantically. We arrived at the river, and took a boat across. Cèdric engaged in his usual tomfoolery, pretending to surf as the tiny wooden boat swung from side to side, like a bucking horse trying to throw off its rider. We made it across, and were met by a herd of desultory elephants, gazing at us glumly under feathery lashes. We fed them some sugarcane, because that seemed the kindest thing to do, before walking up to the falls. The water was aquamarine, flowing down perfect smooth steps worn into the stone. We shivered in the shade, but as soon as the sun came out I felt my skin tingling from the abrupt transition into warmth. We passed a lazy afternoon, listening to music and reading, before going back to town. I went for a walk as the sun was setting, and watched the last glimmer of reflected light vanish from the Mekong, before returning to the hostel for some very exciting life admin.
The next morning was as cold as the one before. I wrapped myself up and visited a reconstructed traditional house. I learnt about the Liu, Taidam and Hmong people and their customs, and the importance of sticky rice in Lao culture, then went to visit a photo exhibition on meditation. I met Ana at the hostel at 13:30 and we squeezed into a minibus with some fun-loving Londoners to visit the Kuang Si waterfalls. It was even more spectacular than the last, the water tumbling down a series of tiers. We hiked to the top, dipping our toes in the cool pool, got a bit lost, and ended up running back to the bus.
Later that evening, we all met up to have a few drinks at the hostel. The bars close early here, so when it hits 23:30 there’s only one thing to do: go bowling. We fiercely negotiated a price with a tuk-tuk and were soon blinking in a brightly lit bowling alley, the sound of falling pins echoing regularly through the hollow hall. We threw some terrible shots (I was more appalling than usual), but we had a great time laughing and dancing until 02:00, when the alley closed and there really was nowhere else to go.
I spent my last day in Luang Prabang completing some more life admin and chilling in Utopia; a relaxed bar on the river. I also visited the Traditional Arts and Ethnology Centre, where I learnt a bit more about the ethnic people of Laos and their traditional crafts. I met Ana and Cèdric in the evening and we had dinner, trying to forget that it may have been the last time we’ll see each other. I’ll miss them so much; it’s been awesome to share each other’s journeys, and I’m sure that if not in the next few months, at least at some point in the future we’ll meet again.
I’ve sped through Laos in two weeks, and as a result I don’t feel like I understand the country as well as if I’d spent more time here. It is a place of extraordinary natural beauty, and that’s something I didn’t expect. Nor did I realise that Laos harbours a rich cultural heritage, preserved in the divergent traditions of intriguing ethnic groups. I’ve probably seen enough waterfalls for a lifetime, and I’ve definitely eaten enough baguettes to feed an army, but my time here has been really enjoyable, if a bit sedate. I’m ready for a bigger challenge.