In Hoi An dogs are venerated. I crossed the famous Japanese covered bridge and encountered this image. Many Japanese emperors were born in the year of the dog .
Road to Laos
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Dogs must have their day
In Hoi An dogs are venerated. I crossed the famous Japanese covered bridge and encountered this image. Many Japanese emperors were born in the year of the dog .
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Lazy in Hue
Hue (pronounced way) is a large city though not nearly as big as Hanoi. I only had one day here and there were many places I wanted see, so I hired a rickshaw even though I've been somewhat critical of other tourists for doing this in the past. It was great!
Memorial to Ho in home he lived in while a school boy |
Monday, November 24, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
First day in Hanoi
Friday, November 21, 2014
My last day in Laos
1) Motorcycles and flowers |
2) A public bench -- unusual in LP |
3) Entrance to the Heritage Center |
4) A fine example of an old dwelling |
5) Entrance to Wat Xeingmauone |
6) A studio where novices make statues of Buddha |
7) A Buddha garden |
8) A mysterious open well |
9) Old French homes on the street where I emerged from the lane |
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Christmas comes early in Luang Prebang too
I was very surprised to see Christmas decorations today when I stopped off at an high-end coffee shop on my way to teach at the library.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
A magical weekend
I spent the weekend on my own in Nong Khuai, a small village on the Nom Ou river. It was an arduous five hour trip here in a packed to the gills mini-bus, but the trip was well worth the effort. For young travellers, Nong Khuai is the jump-off point for rock climbing, trekking and kayaking activities. For me, it was a relaxing two days spent photographing the clusters of limestone mountains that surround the village and the village itself and getting to know people who live here and visit here.
View up the river |
My $10 a night guesthouse lower left |
A villager's back garden |
One of the three village streets |
Small farms under a karst cliff |
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