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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