Bangkok
to Vientiane, Laos
At
the airport in Bangkok, I noticed that there really are many people
with the Canadian flag sewn on their backpacks. I had read in
Trips
magazine about how everyone in Asia has them on their packs in Asia
but they are always Americans. This appeared to ring true. There
was even a ragged looking teen carrying a medium sized disco ball going
through customs without much concern.
Thai
Airways transported us to the capital of Laos where we meet our first
guide from the travel company. Mr. Sak had lived in Peoria, IL
and Fresno, CA before returning to Vientiane with his family.
His descriptions of any notable landmarks would be immediately followed
by 'Yes
Yes' or 'Like
a pearl'.
Our
first stop was Patousay, which is the Victory Monument for Laos.
They used money that the US had sent them to extend their runway to
erect this local Arc de Triumph just outside of Pha That Laung Stupa.
We then drove outside the town to Vat Xieng Khuang (Buddha Park).
This park has both Hindu and Buddhist imagery and was built in 1958
by a mystic named Luang Pu. It proved to be a good stop for me
to refresh myself in my college World Religions course by hearing some
of the Ramayana stories retold. We then went back into town to
Vat Si Saket and Hophrakeo temples, which are located in the same district
as the embassies. (It was here that we noticed the trashcans that had
been donated by Canada and are made out of recycled tires. Canada
proved herself as a world leader by bringing garbage receptacles to
the world!) We finished up the day by a trip to Pha That Luang
Stupa, which is supposed to contain some sort of bone or hair of Buddha.
This is also the site of one of the largest Buddhist festivals in Laos
that occurs in November the water festival.
Before
nightfall, we took a walk along the Mekong River to watch the sunset
from the banks. As the sun went down over the water, we became
part of this group of tourists rushing to the banks to take a photo.
Our
hotel is the ultra luxurious Novotel
but our room is bright blue with
paper-thin walls and A/C that is not working. We had dinner at
the hotel from their Christmas Eve buffet and the staff wore fuzzy Santa
hats with flashing lights at the tip. Despite the Christmas trees
at every turn and the festive colored ornaments, there was this feeling
that Christmas had little to do with even the basal commercialism of
the west. It was more like a requisite costume to be worn to make
the tourist feel at home.