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Southeast Asia has become so well-traveled in recent years that it's difficult to find an interesting spot that also offers Westerners an unadorned look at local life.
Hmong villages in Vietnam and northern Thailand are tourist showcases. Resorts in Bali, Indonesia, and Phuket, Thailand, offer sanitized markets for tourists who may be squeamish about the real thing. And now it's possible to play tennis not far from the temples of Angkor Wat, Cambodia. That was only a developer's dream when I visited that archeological gem in 1996.
This would explain my delight in Louangphrabang, which I visited in November with my husband, Ken Stern, and our 6-year-old son, Jack. This small, charming city in northern Laos is known for its old architecture and easygoing culture. The former royal capital, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is the location of Wat Xieng Thong, the country's most treasured temple.
Once I got here I discovered even better attractions: being able to sample life along the Mekong River and visit nearby villages while enjoying the city's outstanding cuisine and Western amenities at affordable prices.
Louangphrabang is only 90 minutes by air from Bangkok but a world apart from that bustling Thai city. Louangphrabang, tucked at the confluence of the Mekong and Nam Khan rivers and surrounded by green mountains, more closely resembles a small town, although it has a population of about 70,000.
Traffic lights are unnecessary because there are few cars. Only four years ago, Laos' chief transportation was the bicycle. Most women wear the traditional sihn, a calf-length tube skirt made of woven fabric. The main shopping area, which runs half a mile along Xieng Thong Road, consists largely of 19th century shops with brightly colored wooden shutters, a remnant of the French colonialists.
Recorded Laotian history dates to 1353, to the reign of the warrior king Fa Ngoun, who established the boundaries of present-day Laos and introduced Buddhism to Laotians. France annexed the territory in the late 19th century, and it languished as a sleepy part of French Indochina until World War II. In March 1945 the Japanese occupied Laos, and in April, the country declared its independence. But the French reestablished control in 1946. Few Americans took notice of landlocked Laos until the Vietnam War, when the U.S. launched a bombing campaign to halt infiltration of the country by communist North Vietnamese. In 1975, a communist government took control and changed its name to the Lao People's Democratic Republic.
Although we saw no signs of anti-American sentiment in Louangphrabang, last month the U.S. State Department issued a warning of sporadic attacks against American tourists in Laos.
Through all this tumult, Buddhism has remained a constant, and signs of it are visible everywhere in Louangphrabang. You can't walk for more than five minutes without seeing one of the city's more than 30 temples, or wats. They date from the 16th to the 19th centuries and are made of gilded wood or stucco and brick. Even new construction projects in the old part of the city are built of brick and stucco, to resemble mansions the French built, or Laotian-style in wood on stilts.
We began most days at dawn by giving alms (packets of rice wrapped in a banana leaf) to the procession of Buddhist monks on Xieng Thong Road. A drum signaled the start of this morning ritual, in which several hundred monks, their heads shaved, walked barefoot in the mist, carrying black lacquered bowls and wearing only turmeric-colored cotton robes. Natives, as well as tourists, offered them sustenance: The monks rely on these donations for their daily meals. In the Buddhist religion, such good deeds are thought to help ensure a good life.
Our hotel, the Villa Santi — a former royal residence for the wife of King Sisavang Vong, who reigned from 1904 until 1959, that is still owned by her family — was in the heart of the action. Not coincidentally, its sumptuous buffet breakfast started at 6:30 a.m., as the monks were finishing their rounds.
Once fortified, we generally went right to the boat pier, a 15-minute walk, for a morning excursion along the Mekong River, a lifeline for the Laotians. Our outings could as easily have been done overland by tuk-tuk — taxis powered by motorbikes or small pick-up trucks — but we preferred to soak up the local color and cool breezes along the waterfront.
Riding river currents
On the first day we chartered a wood motorboat and driver for $12 to take us on a morning trip to the Pak Ou caves (about 20 miles away by land). The mist was rising from the muddy waters when we set out, and women were already working in the terraced vegetable gardens along the banks.
The trip up the Mekong took two hours, including our stop along the way at a river village that produces the popular, nutty-flavored "Mekong seaweed," served fried as an appetizer at many restaurants here.
When we arrived, women all over the village were sitting on the ground working on producing the snack, which involves pulverizing the seaweed — or river moss, as it is more accurately called — with a straw broom. Then they added water and pressed it against a rectangular screen to form sheets. Chopped garlic, chilies, tomatoes and sesame seeds are added, then the sheets are dried in the sun.
The energy of the village contrasted starkly with the Pak Ou caves, which have an eerie, grave-like quality. The craggy caverns, on a cliff overhanging the river, are a repository for hundreds of Buddha figurines that have been discarded as unfit for worship because they have developed a defect — a chip here or a missing arm there.
The lower of the two caves is especially ghostly. Many of the Buddhas are positioned so they seem to stare out at the Mekong.
We hired the same boatman at the same price to take us on another excursion the next morning to the Kouang Si waterfall. This involved a one-hour boat trip, followed by a 20-minute ride by tuk-tuk — we hired a driver at the river landing — along a dusty, mostly unpaved road that led through villages of Laotian-style thatched-roof houses on stilts, constructed of wood and bamboo.
The Kouang Si waterfalls were unimpressive, perhaps because we visited in the dry season. But we enjoyed a brisk dip in a natural watering hole at the base of the lower falls before heading back to Louangphrabang.
Hmong villages in Vietnam and northern Thailand are tourist showcases. Resorts in Bali, Indonesia, and Phuket, Thailand, offer sanitized markets for tourists who may be squeamish about the real thing. And now it's possible to play tennis not far from the temples of Angkor Wat, Cambodia. That was only a developer's dream when I visited that archeological gem in 1996.
This would explain my delight in Louangphrabang, which I visited in November with my husband, Ken Stern, and our 6-year-old son, Jack. This small, charming city in northern Laos is known for its old architecture and easygoing culture. The former royal capital, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is the location of Wat Xieng Thong, the country's most treasured temple.
Once I got here I discovered even better attractions: being able to sample life along the Mekong River and visit nearby villages while enjoying the city's outstanding cuisine and Western amenities at affordable prices.
Louangphrabang is only 90 minutes by air from Bangkok but a world apart from that bustling Thai city. Louangphrabang, tucked at the confluence of the Mekong and Nam Khan rivers and surrounded by green mountains, more closely resembles a small town, although it has a population of about 70,000.
Traffic lights are unnecessary because there are few cars. Only four years ago, Laos' chief transportation was the bicycle. Most women wear the traditional sihn, a calf-length tube skirt made of woven fabric. The main shopping area, which runs half a mile along Xieng Thong Road, consists largely of 19th century shops with brightly colored wooden shutters, a remnant of the French colonialists.
Recorded Laotian history dates to 1353, to the reign of the warrior king Fa Ngoun, who established the boundaries of present-day Laos and introduced Buddhism to Laotians. France annexed the territory in the late 19th century, and it languished as a sleepy part of French Indochina until World War II. In March 1945 the Japanese occupied Laos, and in April, the country declared its independence. But the French reestablished control in 1946. Few Americans took notice of landlocked Laos until the Vietnam War, when the U.S. launched a bombing campaign to halt infiltration of the country by communist North Vietnamese. In 1975, a communist government took control and changed its name to the Lao People's Democratic Republic.
Although we saw no signs of anti-American sentiment in Louangphrabang, last month the U.S. State Department issued a warning of sporadic attacks against American tourists in Laos.
Through all this tumult, Buddhism has remained a constant, and signs of it are visible everywhere in Louangphrabang. You can't walk for more than five minutes without seeing one of the city's more than 30 temples, or wats. They date from the 16th to the 19th centuries and are made of gilded wood or stucco and brick. Even new construction projects in the old part of the city are built of brick and stucco, to resemble mansions the French built, or Laotian-style in wood on stilts.
We began most days at dawn by giving alms (packets of rice wrapped in a banana leaf) to the procession of Buddhist monks on Xieng Thong Road. A drum signaled the start of this morning ritual, in which several hundred monks, their heads shaved, walked barefoot in the mist, carrying black lacquered bowls and wearing only turmeric-colored cotton robes. Natives, as well as tourists, offered them sustenance: The monks rely on these donations for their daily meals. In the Buddhist religion, such good deeds are thought to help ensure a good life.
Our hotel, the Villa Santi — a former royal residence for the wife of King Sisavang Vong, who reigned from 1904 until 1959, that is still owned by her family — was in the heart of the action. Not coincidentally, its sumptuous buffet breakfast started at 6:30 a.m., as the monks were finishing their rounds.
Once fortified, we generally went right to the boat pier, a 15-minute walk, for a morning excursion along the Mekong River, a lifeline for the Laotians. Our outings could as easily have been done overland by tuk-tuk — taxis powered by motorbikes or small pick-up trucks — but we preferred to soak up the local color and cool breezes along the waterfront.
Riding river currents
On the first day we chartered a wood motorboat and driver for $12 to take us on a morning trip to the Pak Ou caves (about 20 miles away by land). The mist was rising from the muddy waters when we set out, and women were already working in the terraced vegetable gardens along the banks.
The trip up the Mekong took two hours, including our stop along the way at a river village that produces the popular, nutty-flavored "Mekong seaweed," served fried as an appetizer at many restaurants here.
When we arrived, women all over the village were sitting on the ground working on producing the snack, which involves pulverizing the seaweed — or river moss, as it is more accurately called — with a straw broom. Then they added water and pressed it against a rectangular screen to form sheets. Chopped garlic, chilies, tomatoes and sesame seeds are added, then the sheets are dried in the sun.
The energy of the village contrasted starkly with the Pak Ou caves, which have an eerie, grave-like quality. The craggy caverns, on a cliff overhanging the river, are a repository for hundreds of Buddha figurines that have been discarded as unfit for worship because they have developed a defect — a chip here or a missing arm there.
The lower of the two caves is especially ghostly. Many of the Buddhas are positioned so they seem to stare out at the Mekong.
We hired the same boatman at the same price to take us on another excursion the next morning to the Kouang Si waterfall. This involved a one-hour boat trip, followed by a 20-minute ride by tuk-tuk — we hired a driver at the river landing — along a dusty, mostly unpaved road that led through villages of Laotian-style thatched-roof houses on stilts, constructed of wood and bamboo.
The Kouang Si waterfalls were unimpressive, perhaps because we visited in the dry season. But we enjoyed a brisk dip in a natural watering hole at the base of the lower falls before heading back to Louangphrabang.
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