We spent yesterday walking around Luang Prabang. Our exploration landed us in a village across the river that makes silk and paper. In a typical Jenny move I dipped my finger into one of the unsupervised buckets of silk dye to see how dark the color really was. Apparently manure is used in these all-natural dyes. I smelled like crap (truly) for the rest of the afternoon. Nathan wasn't very impressed.
On our way back to town we spotted a monk. He was perched precariously about halfway across a bamboo toll bridge raised 20 or so feet above the river. The water did NOT look very deep below him. Just as I was saying 'I hope he doesn't jump', he jumped.. or rather, let himself fall face first into the river. He floated to the surface about ten feet downstream. The current carried him another twenty feet. He lay face down, motionless in the muddy water. I turned to Nathan and worriedly groaned..time to jump in and save a monk? With perfect timing the wily guy popped up out of the water and looked up at us...laughing. Tricked by a dead monk's float.
We're considering taking another boat into the North of Laos to get us closer to a Vietnam border. This might cut off a couple hours of the overnight bathroom-less bus. It might also leave us stranded in the middle of nowhere. We've only heard second hand information about this particular boat. Worth the risk.
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