Presently I am sat underneath a large white canopy, whilst Crickets, Geckos and all other manner of nocturnal critter while away the night, chirping. Please – make it stop. Having travelled roughly 140 kilometres, there’s the same to cover again tomorrow to reach my destination; Luang Prabang.
I’m comfortable enough with my masculinity to admit that I’m actually rather anxious – the bungalow is lovely, but assumes a sinister tone when the lights go out. I’d prefer an actual tent; this is like sleeping outside. My laptop screen generates just enough light to reflect from the mosquito net, so that I am blind to anything beyond it. I wish I could set my eye on Aperture-priority; opening it up may help.
The ceiling fan spins above, which is surprisingly efficient at cooling; I think a month is long enough to fully acclimatise. And yet still not sufficient to tan. That one can most definitely be blamed on genes; I hope you’re reading this, folks. I’m wondering whether this net is designed as a cage or a shield; if just one of the genetically mutated Laos Greater Vampitos gets through, all is lost.
The trip today was incredible. I’m sure a lot of that was to do with the extortionate amount I shelled out for it, but being under budget all month and turning 31 recently, I indulged. Stopping off at a local village, it’s like stepping through a tear in space-time; no electricity, gas, or technology of any kind. Water is sourced from the nearby spring and everything else is obtained from the land; anything surplus is sold. Most cannot read or write, but approach and welcome me as if I’m a long-lost, distant, red-faced, twice removed albino cousin. That’d be warmly in case you’ve lost me.
The numerous canines that are dotted around like landmines vary in age, from fresh puppies to adults; they growl and snort gently, ready to go off if you get too close. Wild Boar roam freely, as do the many Chickens, Ducks and the occasional Turkey. This group of children are asking for a pen; though I’m told by the guide to donate centrally rather than hand out. I happily oblige.
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