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Part 2

Almost all life in Southeast Asia takes place close to a river (not only their course), the Mekong is a more serious speech, it's all about to him, fishing, monasteries, local markets, entertainment and anything else ... the Mekong reflects the image of life.

wrote ... I took a boat and go up the Mekong to the caves with their Ting Than 7000 Buddha ... what to do?

sauteed the swindlers on the shore calling 200 kip I run into those of an agency (the Fifteenth) had turned the bank for three days at that point but I had not seen the sign because lao!

So I pay 70 instead of 40 ... devil inside .... I know, only a few cents but it is not me.

So come early, loaded onto a boat for 8 people with 4 foreigners, I am not, I step on.

trace the mightiest river controcooreente between the buffalo camp, fishermen improvised naked children to enjoy the joys of childhood and beautiful houses belonging to the landscape, just part of it, all with wooden roofs straw, a painting, almost melancholy in all its pastel green trees and red flower in the blue sky between the distant headlands, art.

After two hours of slow agony, even for the engine, we arrive at the cave ... I saw a picture of the time when it was discovered accidentally, very impressive, the outlook is very good some about 20 meters from the water you see the opening in the rock that lit the imagination alone.

Climb the stairs and there are already too many workers, three on the ticket, 2 sbivaccati shade trees and a woman with the usual box "donations" asks you money ... umm, not as I like these things.

The cave is not large but entirely submerged statues of the Buddha, of all sizes and all materials ... because it was looted during the war and many statues stolen, stupid wars. ... Now have been replaced materials of all types, from stone to wood to plastic ones, I ask, and even a tie with the ball of glass (plastic), such as those that move with the "snow" in (?).

But the place breathes its sacredness anyway.

There are wooden slats with the deity who questioned about their future ...

slowly, with folded hands, you shake a can until one of the many small sticks of bamboo that are not falling into the ground. Each stick has a number, each number corresponds to a slip of paper with a message ... I

Before the statue of the Buddha, once the offer privately to the girl and the statue, I turned on the sticks of incense and with her hands clasped in front of course - do not fire me - I have included in vase, finished the ritual, I headed for the dice.

It's actually a sort of pen with a bamboo stick inside, not so much higher than the board did not remember exactly the ritual (and I was the only one to do so), but I shook thought you could create a style inappropriate kaos mikado so I closed my eyes and took a lot of bamboo sticks ... No 18, I took the note from the dashboard and went to the upper cave.

The message says:

....

... ... ..

... ... ... ... ... ...

is in Lao and I have not found anyone able to translate it !!!!!!

The few children who know English lao told me that being "Buddhist" interpretation of the message change ... so I will take this leaflet for a walk around the continents (my) without ever knowing nothing! Life bitter.
My days shall try to organize the future, what to do?
The assumptions are many, I would go further north to Muang Us precision, and from there, however, continue talking with those who were there, and the legendary mamy the gh, I passed the desire, not only for the massive presence of tourists but also for the constraint to make trekking agencies and permissions salty (for me) so I decide to stay a few more days in Luang and continue "our" way ... to be precise the tomb of Henri Mouhot who discovered Angkor Wat, the extraordinary and mysterious site in Cambodia, and who died shortly after his hit in Luang Prabang because of malaria, was only 35 years ... like me.

visit him was much easier for me, half an hour's drive towards Ban Noun, then a ten minute walk down a slope, on a path now being invaded by shrubs ...

To I will not be so ...

I decided to go directly to Thailand and I'm aware of how.

The slow boat that goes up the Mekong to the border takes two days with one night stop, at your expense, in Pak Beng, Huay Xai then you get to when the border is closed and then a ' Last night, the cost ranges from 230 to 270 kip only for the boat, I calculate in more food for two days and nights.
For the bus, I say fuk ... agencies, the price is 170, all, is part of the night and arrive at dawn, the or I no longer trust even of my shadow and I decide, to go to the tomb of Mouhot, rent a bike in order to also pass the bus station for information and prices.

Actually I wanted a scooter, but the price goes from 12 to $ 15 per day, apart from petrol, so I opt for the bike, the sister of mamy shows me the choice, mountain bikes from $ 5 ... or her, and red with the basket on the handlebars ... Graziella lao, $ 1.

I opt for the charm of the pain, it's my way of life ... to tell the truth also has its own seat looking up for me, too bad that instead of a lever to adjust the nut ... but there is well is close to my brush, let's go!

Party to the perfect 13 hours about 40 degrees, I decided to first go to the station located 4 km through the iron bridge just for pedestrians, bicycles and scooters.

How to tread two planks side by side and the risk of leaving behind that life with scooters outgassing and play, damn ...

The friendly ticket thai boxing enthusiast tells me that the ticket costs 100 kip to the border, while following a meeting with ten other colleagues "sfancacchiati" and fomented behind him, 70 in less agency and there is no problem to book, come here and pay for shares, Lao easy.

Perfect.

Decision taken nothing boat a couple of more days here and via direct in Thai!

Under a sunny little friend with the allotment "Grace" to the village of Ban Phanom between smog, trucks and gusts of land that tarnished my view and my bronchial tubes, I find the fork, uphill walking failing to proceed in cycling gear until the end of the climb just before a temple, in front of a terrible descent and then another climb and so on, I understand now that a day will be complex.

fledging me down the slope between the curves and arrives at the village, a sign indicates the direction of the grave sin that is in the middle of two roads, one paved and one not, I trust the latter.

I ended up in the maze of village between holes, sheep and chickens, arrival in front of a temple and a few meters from them I hear a guitar strum, I follow the sound and is in the arms of a boy who slightly out of tune with his friends look at me and greets me, I ask info about the tomb in English but with the pronunciation French look at me smiling and laughing respond in Lao, a failure, they offered me water at least, good.

But I feel the Nam Khan River flows behind the thick vegetation, are on track ... good.

Continuous and comes back down on the asphalt between descents and ascents ..

The grave should be about 4 km from here but I see more signs, posters, anything, just go up and down between curves and greenery, a continuous up and down, that I go on the uphill climb and downhill ...

continued but at some point sling just as I was down to tackle the next climb, you cut off the asphalt of the net, I suddenly find myself on the red clay between holes and rocks, do not know how I did not crashed, hands tight on the handlebars and straight legs. ... film comedian.

exhausted and slightly "stripped" I stop and speak, I made more than 2 km up and down and signals perhaps I do not see the wrong road, and I think I'll go back.

returned to the country I come in micro sign indicating the direction of the tomb, on the left side of the road was so small and not aligned with the view, impossible to do.

rifermo breath and I swear a little, allotment, yes, because the division of wood even though the sun is slowly burning up my shirt and the color of my skin nic viola ...

was the route and the road is getting worse, a bump on the seat of continuous graziella where my buttocks continuously bounce, bounce the ... saddle begins to fall and I do not like.

are in the middle of the forest between clay and occasional passing scooter, the heat is really hell, and I decide to stop the "lao pit stop."

is a nice structure of bamboo or wood with a thatched roof typical of this country, if they meet in the street anywhere in the country, in cities, people stop here during the hottest hours in front of the houses are as additions of porches, furniture, almost always on the edge of the road and from 12 to 16 is normal to see local boys coated with the shirt pulled up to a siesta ... anywhere!

tremendous and I keep on the road half an hour after arrival at the sign pointing to the grave, this time is enormous.

semi finished parking the vehicle, he and I head down the slope into the forest, there are two ways one goes down towards the river up towards a hill not know why I go on.

After I get off the trek to the clearing e. .. Here it is, white cement, the tomb of Henri Mouhot 149 years later ... go down and took me to the shore, I observe it from below, from the same place 17 years after Tiziano, 20 - 30 meters from the river, behind a large tree and to his left a "bunch" of lush bamboo.

be there in the mud is like el'altura give tribute to two souls, not once in the same image see the mound of concrete in a great explorer and the imagination of a different explorer, a dreamer, a little consideration of the mentor today ...

Nothing has changed this time around this time, everything is exactly as described and are there only to observe the same image and share the same thought about the graves, but I do not know why I've always been fascinated, I find so encouraging, peaceful, safe places to be discovered as the hundreds, thousands of lives, black and white photos, printed phrases to describe a life, marble, iron or concrete, that silence sounds sincere, place of peace, listening.

seems crazy to many but I have always appreciated their sacredness, I find them comforting.

short time I treat myself in that place, deep but short, as nowhere in the country mosquitoes I have literally devoured in minutes and as I walked, shameless.

follows the same road, climbs and descents an exhausting road with the seat lower and lower, my knees banging on the bars, I feel like Cipollini in the Tour of Italy riding, but it's so hilarious that I laugh alone, despite the effort has been impressive in this day I felt a strong emotion today, for many reasons, the thoughts have followed fast, deep, at least here everything has remained the property, real, unaltered, with no "pollution" no.
Tomorrow I leave for the border, my time here was spent happily.

Andrea, Luang Prabang

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A holiday for "two"

Part 1

are more than six months now that I travel solo and without stopping, still can not believe that all this is actually happening.

Many are the wishes and dreams that each one gives birth to early adolescence and to be able also to carry out an makes you feel good, makes you smile in the mirror, it makes you look at life differently.

course is not easy indeed, there are times when you wonder if you're doing the right thing, if you made appropriate choices, leave everything as love, affection, friendship, work, at what price?

Sometimes it is really difficult to face life without knowing what they do is beyond your every step, but for me it always has been, certainly with the support of loved ones is much simpler, even the errors, the risks ...

But traveling unimaginable interior doors open, you change while remaining the same in your eyes, you can sharpen your senses in many situations, circumstances, positive and negative, in this regard have been very lucky now, almost nothing negative, except the usual visits from loneliness and anxiety, but now I realized that I have to live with them until the end.

End that has a specific beginning, only the location of each.

day personally thank "everyone for giving me the opportunity and the strength to do this step, I never thought in my life that I could" choose "the path and how to live with more effort can now I'm doing and I continue to look around with eyes as a child, I still smile and always makes me feel good.

And all this time only one person has traveled to "physically" with me, Tiziano.

I can not get rid of his book, that donatomi from my friends and colleagues before leaving, now I read it 5 times but still I am not tired, I decided even arrived in Luang Prabang, to devote part of my living room going over her 17 years later, a little dedication, and an infinitesimal personal tribute to a man unique.

Arrive in the town is peaceful and the air even if terribly hot.

Monasteries anywhere in the cafés, travel agencies and guesthouses, the latter are perhaps more of the monasteries ...

City walking tour along the banks of the Nam Khan to the confluence with the Mekong, including monks in orange who work the land full sell'altra shore, the fishermen with nets and wooden boats moving constantly, some tiny, some majestic, "turisticoidi" I would say.

All is calm, quiet, until I get back on the main street just before sunset and the whole street is occupied by stalls and gazebos, flooded hundreds of meters from the sellers, just before the Wat temples and the hill Pusi.

Just over that hill at sunset, only in the nature of peace and quiet watching the two rivers converge, cites a passage from the book Siddhartha (book that I particularly like, was my first book, the first of a discrete series ...) and describes what 'moment in a profound way, so as to create a superb image in my mind.

I decide to climb the hill today.

flared stairs coming from the entrance fee now ... this is not me you had written.

continue and finish on top, waiting for a small temple, a large group of tourists and residents, and nice as noisy brats who break the charm of a sunset really impressive, even for those who climb all over for the usual photo!

Farewell peace and serenity, but it's really beautiful, you look round the whole city, the peaks and beautiful landscape, it is for the various statues of Buddha and "gurus" who face down on the other side, where lie the ruins of Wat Pha Phutthabahe, and a disturbing foot Buddha in a dark cave, an enormous foot that, I do not believe is genuine.

The next morning at dawn (the 5), I got up to see ... the poignant sight of hundreds of priests to leave the monasteries and parade along the cobblestone streets to receive food offerings from the people kneeling ...

exit of my guests watch the market already teeming with people, a very attractive market with Pescioni still alive and several delicacies including the famous bacamostrocavalette I had met in the restaurant in Savannakhet; arrival placed me across the street, where the past and received no bids, now the ladies are starting to sell to offer food to monks, I decline a bit 'annoyed.

Shortly before the arrival of the monks, as dawn colored the streets and hundreds of thousands of beautiful white butterflies invade read the road begins to get a fair amount of tourists who sling the ladies (the ones who should make the offer) to buy rice punch, cookies and anything else to offer.

That is, where it should be the people kneeling on mats, now there are tourists who buy them at astronomical prices from the food and then are photographed while the "offer" that is a tradition local, that is, sharing food with those who have an important role in the social and spiritual, has become an outrageous (in my view) the background for tourists.

I was petrified, I did not even take a picture, but I made a couple in the distance, not to forget!

the monks had their faces with eyes that were present at the massacre near the flash and inappropriate, do not forget those.

I was very ashamed.

I must say that unlike early hours of the places visited in the north country is a bit 'different, and for the presence of tourists, the prices and the attitude of the premises, for charity, always polite and smiling but devoted much more towards tourism.

Amusement Western Fortunately there are not many, but some bar or pub is absolutely Lao newspaper, the evening there is poured down the main street for shopping (the usual image, and indicates that she shoots, he depressed and full of bags in hand, the whole world over, ruthless) or go hiking in the market between the various specialties of chef , I obviously alive to the market that despite the presence of several foreign is always frequented by locals.

One evening while mauled a Chicken on the spit, that is stapled with bamboo, I had two strange knowledge, Peter sixty Australian on holiday with his wife and Steve.

Peter an amazing man with a past life really curious, he worked for the Australian Government is doing what no one knows, then he built a boat, alone, and did the fisherman for 10 years until when they have not raised taxes, then he opened a restaurant that currently has entrusted management of children and that makes quite a month, now travels with his wife when she leaves for Italy alone, is in love with our country in time "lost" revel in their home near Crains, built from them with zero environmental impact, producing energy from solar panels and from the river near his home.

They use almost exclusively the products of their garden, a "garden" of 5 hectares (he calls it the front garden ... Australia!) And enjoy the quiet "retirement" ... positive and surprising.

but Steve is a real character, even a little 'schizzatello, about forty years of Irish Traveller party 25 years ago from home without money, lives and works anywhere in the world, mostly U.S., Mexico and Europe, whatever job you can, spin doctors.

We had an interesting night for me full of information and advice of any kind, and yet another demonstration of the possibility to decide their fate very often, illuminating.

To be continued ...

Andrea, Luang Prabang

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From "tele tubing" for the puppets ...

was not planned but I had to, I know that curiosity is a woman but ....

was passing and I thought why not see this ghostly Vang Vieng?

Fatton Here I am in the center of Southeast Asia, "must" and not a kid looking for excitement, strong ... "Enlightenment".

The town itself has nothing but two roads, the Nam Song River and some caves.

The streets are made up of restaurants, cafes, shops and travel agencies, nothing more, ah yes, a Buddhist temple where nobody knows his name.

Walking down the street I immediately realized the strangeness of the restaurants, almost all have comfortable tables and chairs, but increases in wood with cushions, coffee table style nippo and TV, the latter shall provide for 80% of the TV series Friends and cartoon Family Guy, at least three years from dawn to dusk, without interruption, others share out DVDs and football matches, point!

The "menu" is quite Western, if not happy for the insert menu.

Happy shake with opium or herbs "aromatic" or mushrooms .... happy pizza, bag here bag them, infusions ... well not thinking of heaven.

said it may seem a bad place but it is not, in fact, first of all set in a place that is not to say I think he is amazing even the most beautiful caves in the country that there are (I a view but at times I stayed there because of driving in the dark kid who was running like crazy from the pits, one was enough) with guest house beautiful, wooden bungalows on either side of the river in the green silence with a hammock and peaks between dream and ridiculous figures; paradise for lovers of rafting and climbing.

Second, because the peace has spread everywhere, everything is slow and relaxed, sure maybe you meet someone that speaks for itself, another that collapses while talking with a friend, another who walks all day for the same away, but nothing dangerous or frightening, at least if taken in correct doses, ah, except tubing, precisely.

The tubing, this word is in place shortly.

You go to one of the agencies around, you see, you pay and off you go, you at any time, for a few dollars come equipped with an inner tube of a truck, which was launched in a tuc tuc with other people and left a few km from the village on the river, waiting for music to cannon free lao lao (rice whiskey craft), a sign that says please, buy Some do drink before jumping, thank s, and possessed a lot of people ... we're off!

One launches in the putrid waters of the river "sprawled" comfortable on the slow air chamber that you drag from the weak current, even 4 meters bar and the first launch pad throws you a rope to the dock, there are tables, people, drinks, a pool to fight in the mud, music and the trampoline.

A jump of about 10 meters with a man holding a rope with a harness at the end, grab the trapeze, you throw, wobble, and if you say well you dive into the deepest point , crazy ... but I had to do J .

And so for the remaining lenses km address on your tire from dozens and dozens of bars and restaurants that you take a bottle (plastic rope attached) to stop you from them, are everywhere, with their music, their menu happy and their harnesses / slides murderers, murderers say because I have seen many people return in the afternoon with legs or arms when the bleeding was going well, ok the buzz but do it on a river with a height that varies with each cm and sharp rocks everywhere is in a bit dangerous J .

After all tubing in the shower then you find yourself in a restaurant or bar, always with cushions and hammocks (only a blast for that) to begin the evening with food, beer, buckets of whiskey and coke, music and other happy meal ... the characters do not count, wonderful, from all over the world and of all ages, there are guys who work for free in the bars nightlife (which closes at midnight maximum) or in clubs along the shore of bamboo (which can be reached through bamboo bridges dangerous enough as it was ...), that is not exactly free, are rewarded with food and drinks, a few other lucky J .

If I came here 10 years ago I might have done groped by trying some delicious but I'm too old for this things ...

In my Tele Tubing I met many people, really the most absurd, but also interesting people like Francis and his company, Florentine architect voluntarily exiled in that of Hong Kong to learn the language and work, as in our beautiful country ... but with great determination he is determined to return and do what has devoted years of effort and sacrifice, polished.

Describe the "appearance" of individuals can not be crossed, but I can say that despite the absurdity of the place I found it enjoyable and peaceful ... J .

But after (only) 4 days are allocated, the target "against", the Plain of Jars.

Phonsovan Arrive in town, once called Xian-huang, a town wiped out by American bombing, the region is the most bombed in the world so that the new town was partially rebuilt with the remains of bombs and war materials recycled, every hotel, house, bar, restaurant or agency, has an unthinkable amount of bombs, missiles, bullets, mines and anything else as an ornament or piece of real settlement urban.

The town is pretty bleak, but strangely invaded by Westerners, mostly Americans, and several helicopters that fly daily in the skies ... oh, well.

is the seat of May, an organization that deals with the removal of mines and unexploded bombs and 'UXO , United Nations Foundation to help busy for the same purpose ...

From Here you can visit the mysterious jars in the valley.

No one knows exactly where they come from, what they are and who created them.

is said to have about two thousand years but there are many mysteries in this regard, as for sites, I've visited it three canonical ones, but they assured me that there are a hundred in the province and within a few should be open.

I must say are quite disturbing, strange to say, some more than two meters high and scattered in an irregular manner, with lids or other large, heavy, interesting ... all the way around the caves, those where the lao took refuge to escape the bombing, but alas it did not work for many, some telling things about the gruesome stories of fathers and grandparents that are best left where they are ...

respect local beliefs about the jars of amphorae for giants but obviously it's beliefs, what is not is the imagery of the region, there are still plenty of bombs unexploded venture alone in this area is not absolutely sure, they know something the unfortunates who often find themselves in hospitals, especially children in rural areas.

still happen to come across unexploded bombs, some of them playing or working in the valley are paying the heavy price, price due to the usual human stupidity, centennial, millennial innocence in his hands ... are pieces of metal, toys, for some source of income for recycling, but in the end turn out for what they are, after thirty years of firearms homicides, and many, many, are the people who still are killed or mutilated by the usual wicked way of life called "man."

And yet they call them accidents!

Andrea, Phonsavan

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The climb is not challenging in the first 6 km, to discover and admire the old structures of the conveyor, passing through two small tunnels, and then arrive in front of the chapel of the past and face the challenging climb of 500 meters of cobblestones, addressed daily by pilgrims who flock to the shrine.
arrival, immediately after the race, there will be refreshments, and awards for those who want the Mass at the Shrine.

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After two in quie many days of inner despair that Dong has decided it is time to abandon the Vietnam, no conflicts with my route south and then directly in Lao, Shavannakhet.

Let's start with a Bussetto packed with tourists, picked up by various agencies (who paid double the ticket) and a large number of premises that appear inexplicably.

arrive at the border that we are about twenty, and we share the bus is so packed as to require the inevitable stool in the hall ... oh, well.

The border is the border always one of those experiences "real" trip by land, continually materialize disorders.

People who pass by you without the slightest concern, passports stuffed money properly emptied by the local police, parcels and bags and fill that empty buses, tourist or not, mountains of bananas with green wheels, bikes and people that emerge in the middle of the 500 meters in the no man's land, those who usually go through when you leave a country and enter another, all under the eyes of the "law", a show just for that, serenity J .

The landscape changes gradually while maintaining a constant fullness of nature, the houses are "piles" of wood, with hammocks under (of course) and "platforms" of wood with families and Animal shelter from the sun.

Heat makes itself felt even here, you sweat standing buildings in the shade.

Sistematomi immediately around the town and despite several similarities with the previous country something changes.

Peace, silence, zero traffic and car horns, smiles and greetings.

several Buddhist temples, colorful, large and with the monks in orange and yellow seal.

I just walk along the Mekong and on the other side I see Thailand, is so close enough to touch.

also point out the bridges, those "friendship", which finally opened the Lao in the world and I do not mean the cultural one, now is the land between Thailand and China, trade and influences, in just 4 years already perceive what will happen ...

The main street of the city, then that country is a broader, already has undergone metamorphosis, restaurants and internet point for tourists, banks and atm, and think that I had been told of the near impossibility of communicating and of using cards, stains.

Fortunately they are few and despite the amount of SUVs, Mercedes and businessman western Bermuda, the population is very real , little children running naked, the largest bare, coated, adults under the houses, relax.

Even those who work in the street are "atypical" no stress you or try to raise prices, are calm and smiling, kind and helpful, lao .

For the first dinner I chose a modest but attractive vegetarian restaurant with lots of smoking ban.

I order a sublime laughed with fried vegetables , as good as ever eaten on the go, the "bible" on the house, water and lemon.

While enjoying this delicious harmony of rice, herbs, fresh mushrooms and spices tamed, I notice a ... presence in the center of the room "restaurant" a kind of festive decorations bacamostro juggler, I observe him running along the edge under the tables, arrived at the center of the room, I come from, has began to jump in on itself, a bit 'stupid.

initially seemed like a cockroach but it was too big, then I noticed that it was a kind of grasshopper, but always too big, like a hamster.

stop me from tasting and I point to the "manager" of the local who was walking barefoot in those parts presence, discreetly, as if to say that cute ... he looks at him, lies down, takes it with his fingers and his mouth ... then look at me and says, laughing we would eat here with us in many , and the rest where it was.

Well I think, this was the best rice ever eaten in six months ... but I finish quickly and leave the inn.

First impression of Lao? If you do not like insects to avoid, there are many, many and huge.

After 2 days of settlement for calving Thakhek to visit the surrounding hills and caves "unmissable", but the weather starts to do crazy and the morning of departure in it pours scooter terribly and considering that the roads are not roads but tongues of clay easily "fangabile" I decided to give up and not waste time, I am leaving for Vientiane.

on public bus within the reality, paradoxically is the largest ever lived out of my legs until now despite the average height of the premises, the stool is now a necessity, not without them, as the load in this case "hung" the roof of the bus exaggerated manner, furniture, food, bags, scooters, even if the top was the scooter next to the driver ... the bus stops are a lot more for hot exhaust from the engine and drain the residents, of course, in nature ... approximately every hour, then stop "autogrill" for lunch.

Naturally highways do not exist then the rest takes place in the country on the road, a cluster of coal merchants, all with the same dishes, whole grilled chicken glazed ( with a sublime sauce that I understand ... but I have to?), grilled whole fish, almost entire blocks of pork skewers, rice and meat wrapped in leaves, ect ... a show, there will be 10 meters 20 traders all with the same things and decide where to stay each culture ... no problem!

But we reached the top to stop at a small station in a nano second to materialize dozens of women with their hands full and below the bus waving skewers of chicken, rice bag, boiled eggs, beetles spit, spit giant frogs, soft drinks and sweets ... they impressed me .. anyway all the fellow passengers waved to the succulent snack, we guess ...

Arrive in Vientiane, and I am account of why now is the capital of the world more peaceful, not only because all over the country there are about 6 million people ... is really nice, quiet, well maintained and clean, full of temples and looking very relaxed.

begin to drive around the city but the heat is really unbearable, I decided to cool off by drinking a beer J , the famous beer lao.

Virtually the whole country is covered with advertising and yellow speakers who travel or reside everywhere, and soon understand why, is by far the most consumed drink from all lao .

After work, even before to be honest, many people gather in restaurants and bars open between fans and appetizers every afternoon we found them, men, women and children to stay together to talk and have fun, of course everything in absolute tranquility and serenity, as in many places visited until now.

I walk away from the main street and the individual a narrow street with many of these local and without foreign I choose a calm and ordered, sitting with my birrino, sheltered from the sun and cool with a fan to donate, a man begins to speak in front of the table making me the usual questions and immediately ah beautiful Italy, football, food ... the usual short, close friends speak to him and he "translates" between cheers and smiles, after 5 minutes comes another with an English friend who convinced me invites to their table and after a while I find myself in the group drinking lao.

We spend the afternoon with beer, ice buckets (the only drink so) and flat grass field dressed with something, sometimes fat meat; are drivers / guides who work for an Italian company (not really excited about the wages), in Lao, there are hundreds maybe thousands of these mini-van tourists who roam around the country (not just tourists to be honest) airport to the hotel or from city to city or agency hired by groups of tourists to see the country, we begin to talk about their work and wonder why everyone wants to go and see always the same places, the Lao is beautiful and they tell me there are actually more interesting and real rural to visit, did I say, but it is also true that to do so we must rent a car, even a minivan with driver, and not everyone can afford.

Travelling by public transport is cheaper and of course through the streets those goals, the country's major short, the best known and best organized especially for the DIY, it is true that something But for those who are lost on holiday and can not be three months is the only way to visit, then you can always make daily trips between the various villages.

Actually we also talk about these things because of their project, organize tours and open an agency in their own way in order to start his own business and help even the most isolated villages untouched by tourism absently , a noble project, but alas, the reality is that lack the finances (yes, as you understand) and so on throughout the evening talking about the conditions of the country, family life, opening to the outside world and the possible (probable) changes their way of life, even now they tell me that they all begin to dream the big house, the big car, the clock ... I note that in the city there are only suv, jeep, and tuc tuc mnivan, I think it's a start ...

Our chats Afternoon at the table were continued for the entire stay, we met in the following days and spent some really good times together for "a drink" or some hilarious as the market near the great stupa, the stall of pirated DVDs and CDs their friend (perfectly legal here) with the whole family (twenty), including karaoke lao and melodramatic Italian duets, sales of CDs on my part, dishes you've never seen (with the beetles have also tried to grill but I'm not ready yet), and speeches daily lives, more and more personal in a warm and human, really great match.

course the little town I lived, but the inhabitants have left me a great memory and above all given to understand something of the country, very far from it.

Is it really true that the French said ...

" the Vietnamese plant rice, the Cambodians watch it grow and laoitiani listen to him. "

Andrea, Vientiane

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Sunday, May 23, 2010

the track event

"Climb to the 3rd Guard"

hillclimb of 6.580 km along the conveyor path of the former
to the Sanctuary of the Madonna della Guardia
valid evidence for the Grand Prix Uisp


and walk to free walk


Meeting at 7.30 to Gaiazza (Ceranesi)

Departures: 9 am, 00-pitch walk free
9:30 am non-competitive track event

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On Occasion of the next climb to the Guard, will attend the photographer Matthew Ceschina, pictures of the event will be visible on the site www.matteoceschina.it