Lao reminds me a lot of Tonga. The people even look a bit similar.
There is a major exception, though. The French left their stamp on the
country after they colonized it. Some houses and storefronts have the shingled roofs and shuttered windows. It's really very quaint.
It also means I had a croissant for breakfast and it was so legit. I savoured every mouthful.
Today
we caught a tuktuk to Buddha Park over the bumpiest road imaginable. I
thought we wouldn't make it. But we did and it was a journey for the
memory banks, definitely! The road surface was cratered like the moon
and even the giant trucks were having a hard time, never mind our tiny
makeshift tuktuk! I have so much respect for our driver for not getting
us too stuck. That's some mega skill. We bought him a grilled banana as a
thank you and he seemed happy enough.
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