I came to Luang Prabang and was exhausted and very dissatisfied with Laos. Everything has gone wrong over the past few weeks, from being stuck at the border with a passport that wasn't mine to going the wrong way on the minibus. At that time I had decided that Laos and I would not be friends.
Determined to go, when the sun went down, I walked across the city in search of a travel agency.
The monks were making paper lanterns, decorating the streets, and the children were running around in the middle. The river sparkles in the evening. One hand milkshake, the other hand camera smiling slowly back on my face. Maybe the city is not bad. I stayed until my visa expired.
