As Noel Coward said, only “mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.” I’m neither, which is why I was safely ensconced on our deep, shady guesthouse balcony – bare feet propped up, cool Beer Lao in hand.
Early mornings in Luang Prabang are quiet, unhurried affairs. The highlands surrounding the town bless the day with a delightful long-sleeved respite from the heat, and it’s the perfect time for a jog and a meandering, cool-down walk.
As a child of the predominately Christian west I learned the stories of Mary’s virgin birth, the life of Jesus, the crucifixion and resurrection – all themes that have dominated Christian art and architecture for hundreds of years.
It was six in the morning and I sat on the balcony of our simple guesthouse, relishing the slight chill in the air and smooth teak floors under my bare feet. I was watching and listening as the day came to life. I wanted to soak it all in.
“You’ve visited tons of places, so what’s your favorite place in the world?” We get this question a lot, and it’s a tough one to answer.
I’ve always been a relatively active person, but I must admit, that my inner slug rejoices and I’m a wee bit jealous every time I see someone kicked back takin’ it easy.
A few days ago we received an email from food blogger extraordinaire Bryan at The Wandering Gourmand. His travel-foodie blog is stuffed with loads of great eats, drinks, and travel tips that take readers “on a food and drink adventure around the world.”