So anyway, it turns out those pink eggs are in fact dyed to keep them apart from the normal ones which won't poison us. When I asked a male stripper what and why, he basically said they were kind of black inside and not very nice with it. A Chinese thing that has made it here to lovely Luang Prabang. So he didn't exactly sell them to us.
We loved Luang Prabang a lot. We loved the Indian restaurant over the road from our hotel, which we may have visited three or four times in six days, we loved the ladies who just about ran our guesthouse, the atmosphere, the people, the guy who took us to the waterfalls that Stash and Oskar dived into, he and his little boy who ran us to the airport when we left, Jo Ma bakery, the night markets, the music spilling out into the ever so slightly chilly night air...
...the spider who inhabited our bathroom the whole time we were there, the moon bears we saw at the bear sanctuary,the Australian lady we met at the post office who ended up hanging out at the same guesthouse with her mum and two sons...
...yes, it has been very good to us. But now to Hanoi. Farewell giant Buddha, beautiful sour Nadine and stinking pink eggs, hello crazy, insane, mesmerising Hanoi.
Laos looked utterly beautiful from the sky, like we were floating over another planet.
Came back down to this one with a crash, but by day two, we're back on form, Stash knocking street dealers down in price for some decorations which later grace our lovely hotel room, which we shouldn't actually be in. We had another but the television didn't work after i destroyed the ariel trying to get a better picture. Liz charmed the guy on the desk, explaining that the kids would die without tv for the Yuletide period and after giving up on trying to fix the set, they moved us to a new suite, quite a lot bigger, with a balcony and computer. So, home for the next five nights. Thankyou Mister nice man on the desk. Thankyou Elizabeth.
Thankyou Laos.
Location:From Luang Prabang to Hanoi
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