We spent a few days in Luang Prabang in transit from Thailand to Vietnam. The city felt small and slow paced. I had originally considered spending a month there, but it was not an option once I researched internet speeds.
We hiked up Phousi hill to That Chomsi pagoda.
This is how we look waiting for Matthew to take photos.
After eating noodles, Ethan ordered a Bánh Mì from a stand nearby the one above. The server dropped an omelette the size of a pizza in the gutter on the side of the street. The gutter was moist and dirty; the sort of place that you image has run off of animal feces and human urine. She picked the omelette up and, unsuccessfully, tried to rub the dirt off with a rag. She proceeded to try to scrape it off with a knife, all while we stood patiently watching. This method was likewise unsuccessful. She gave up and folded the egg (with dirt intact) into a handful of other omelettes, cut them into slices, and put a portion on Ethan’s sandwich. You can tell we have been traveling for a while because my germaphobe husband and son both agreed that this was okay to eat.
I was going to set up another hike, but we were feeling lazy so spent the afternoon in a tourist cafe overlooking the river.
I wouldn’t say “Agreed it was OK”, but rather resigned to the fact it probably wasn’t much different than anything else we were eating except this time we were there to see it…