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LUANG PRABANG FOR YOUR BUCK

Forty minutes after leaving Vientiane, we touched down at dinky Xieng Khouang airport and waited around with all the other passengers while two guys – probably flunkies from US Airways – appeared to be sorting the bags one by one on the tarmac. Luang Prabang is small, but this seemed a bit too modest an airport for such a well-touristed destination and the map on the wall looked nothing like the one in our books. Yes, we had hopped off at the wrong stop. Fortunately, the baggage dudes’ pace allowed us enough time to walk back out onto the tarmac and reboard the plane which would eventually land in Luang Prabang. Security is a bit lax to say the least.

Cute. Charming. Sweet as Solvang except with French colonial architecture and better food. The heart of the UNESCO protected city rests on a peninsula between the Mekong and Khan rivers. We can only imagine what it looked like only five or ten years ago. Now, it’s filled with white table clothed cafes, shops with pinpoint lighting and designer accessories, wine bars, tour operators, guest houses, crepe stands, and the surviving older businesses that only five years ago were the norm. It is not the “real” Laos we’ve come to explore, but we confess to enjoying the Continental vibe at a developing world price nonetheless.

Latest food discoveries: pork-stuffed bamboo; banana stuffed sticky rice balls with coconut; fried bread puffs with sesame. “Stuffed” seems to be the operative word here as that seems to be often how we feel. And just to be sure we keep up the momentum, we’re taking a full-day cooking class tomorrow.

Oh, spectacular sights too.

Click on thumbnail of the temple for more photos from Luang Prabang.

MONKS AT THE ZOO

The books all talk about the hundreds of monks in saffron robes, streaming forth from dozens of wats each morning with their “begging” baskets. The alms they collect from people who rise at dawn to make their daily offering of rice is all the monks will eat for the day. It is supposed to be both a moving and humbling experience for participant and observer alike.

Some acquaintances of ours said they had decided to forgo the experience because, not being practicing Buddhists, they felt it would be disingenuous. Secondly, they had heard about monks becoming ill from inferior rice sold to tourists. We were of the same mindset and decided we would be passive, respectful observers, keeping a quiet distance and bridging it only with our telephoto lenses.

We rose before dawn and strolled a few short blocks from our guest house to the main street. We expected to see tourists like ourselves. We were not prepared for the spectacle of minivans unloading scores of tour groups; pre-set offering “stations” (Santa Barbarians, think blankets and chairs on Solstice Parade morning) and guides shouting instructions about how to bow and give rice; people standing quite literally in the path of the monks or just a few feet from them with cameras cocked. It was quite literally a zoo. Appalling.

COOKING SCHOOL

Nine of us boarded the tuk-tuk to the market with our instructors Leng and Phia. We buzzed through the market more hurriedly than we would have liked, but another Taiwanese-Dutch woman and I peppered (no pun intended) Leng with questions. We returned to the school for a little tea and bowls of fabulous sweet, salty, spicy pretzel-like things while the instructors prepared for class.

Their accents were nearly impossible and these guys do not have the personality to be on the Food Network or even local cable, but they can cook. They demonstrated a few dishes at a time, and then we returned to our respective stations and to recreate each dish. Alan and I worked surprisingly well together. He did all the measuring, of course; I did all the slicing and chopping. He made sure we followed the recipe precisely; I did the plating.

We consumed five dishes (plus sticky rice and the best chili paste we’ve tasted anywhere in the world) for lunch and dinner. Click on the thumbnail of us to see more photos of our creations and classmates.

SHOPPING

The night market is clean and bright and goes on for blocks. We buy our dinner along the crowded “buffet” alley. An all-you-can-heap plate costs us $1.20 which we complement with another dollar’s worth of grilled chicken and Alan’s diet soda. We are fully sated and can well afford to shop. The young sellers talk amongst themselves or on cell phones and start their prices too high. The older Hmong women understand the economics of volume selling and their ROI. My favorite just keeps heaping the goods and dropping the price each time I look toward Alan who doesn’t have to work at feigning disinterest as he reads a book on his Droid. We do the requisite schmoozing – “I make this one” “Ooh, very beautiful” “Special discount, Madam” “Just looking tonight” “This one lucky for you” “Sorry, I’m a stingy bitch and my sister doesn’t want another scarf” – but quickly move into serious negotiations. I score well. The old woman has had a good night compared to the other couple hundred merchants selling pretty much the same stuff.  Click on her photo to see more from the market.

MONEY MATTERS

Because of the exchange rate (1 kip = .00012 U.S. dollars; 1 million kip = $125) and they don’t drop all those zeroes, it’s at first a bit disconcerting to get the dinner check. Our second dinner in Laos, which included three dishes, sticky rice, an amuse bouche, and a bottle of lao lao, came to 85,000 kip. The following night, we ate at a place that was more upscale, heavy on atmosphere – quite charming actually – but light on quality, for a whopping 100,000 kip. It just wasn’t worth the extra $2.75. Still doing the math? Divide the number of kip by 8 and move the decimal point 3 places. Easy, eh?

(Click on photos to see them at full size. Click on veggie, sausage and temple photos to see albums with additional photos.)

Thailand is a country of many man-made, as well as natural, wonders. Not that they compare with the magnificent Grand Palace, but the sheer number of fake identity cards available is in itself impressive. For a few dollars, you can buy an International Student Identity Card (always helpful for museum discounts in Europe); an official “Press” pass from any major newspaper in the world including one from Lesthoto (that surely, with today’s security practices, will leap-frog you past the Salahis into a State dinner with the Obamas); airline employee cards (handy if you don’t want to remove your shoes); a driver’s license from anywhere in the world, including one from California that was quite good; and best of all, a card that shows you work for Kaiser Permanente – not an insurance/insured card, but employee identification card. Anyone need us to help you start a new life?

Before leaving Bangkok, we found our treasured fried bananas and discovered a new treat they call coconut pudding. It’s really a sort of fried coconut milk with a couple kernels of corn cooked in what looks like a miniature abelskiver pan. I’m certain I could make these but I don’t think Williams-Sonoma carries the right pan and I’m not keen on schlepping back cast iron.  

To Udon Thani we flew Air Asia, the Southwest Airlines of Southeast Asia, which gives priority seating and boarding to people with special needs and – people over 50. Ha! Take that you young whipper snappers! The shuttle from the dinky UT airport, not unlike the Super Shuttle, stopped 7 times before finally depositing us at our delightful, Ikea furnished guesthouse.

UT is a rather unremarkable city at the crossroads of old and new. We took our dinner in one of the traditional outdoor food stall courts and then strolled to the adjacent, spanking new mall complete with jumbotrons and charmless, chi-chi boutiques that could have been anywhere in the world. There was some sort of teeny bopper Halloween/fashion show/competition happening and when the judges were introduced – major teen heartthrobs, we assumed – there were deafening screams from the rabid fans. To keep the younger kids amused, there was a huge courtyard full of hula hoops, free for the spinning, and a gigantic, two tiered “bouncy house” decorated with nagas (snakes) rather than the usual barnyard critters. Those were being grilled back at the food stalls.

We loaded up on fried chicken and things on sticks, the most typical Lao dish being a smoky, grilled patty of sticky rice which, while bad if you’re watching your carbs or gluten, was intensely flavorful. My one real gaff was to buy spicy pork wrapped in banana leaf only to discover the pork was raw. Oops. Passed. Dessert was a bag of rice krispy-like cookies. (Remind Alan to tell you about “justice cakes.”)

The next morning, still struggling with jetlag, after one tuk-tuk, one bus, another tuk-tuk, one more bus across the Friendship Bridge between Thailand & Laos, and a taxi ride, we arrived in Vientiane, the capitol of Laos. Our hotel sits in the middle of the old, terribly quaint, French-infused quarter just a few short blocks from the banks of the Mekong. Again we find ourselves amidst a city in transition. Street vendors and open front, hole-in-the wall shops punctuate the streets of tarted-up French colonial buildings, an array of international restaurants, and sleek cafes with lattes, scones and WiFi. Visitors here only a year ago won’t recognize the riverfront. The grass and gentle slope down to the water are gone, replaced by a serpentine boardwalk of concrete pavers. It will be lovely when finished; unfortunately, there are plans to build enormous, high-rise developments a la Honolulu just across the street. Throughout the city are dozens of magnificent wats (temples) and stupas. (Click on the temple shot at right to see our album of wats, stupas, temples and bunches o’ Buddhas) The newer areas of the city sport wide, multi-lane boulevards; a Laotian version of the Arc d’Triomphe; manicured parks; and massive building projects; as well as the country’s largest outdoor market selling everything from gold to entrails. (For vegetarians and those who may be a bit squeamish about the practice of not wasting any parts, click on the pretty veggie shot. For the rest of you, click on the sausage photo as well for, uh, meatier shots.)

Our hope in coming here was to see a country on par with the Vietnam of 15 years ago. I think it is well beyond that, but not yet fully homogenized. Our timing is good.

Fun fact: Vientiane is a “smoke free” city. We haven’t seen a local smoking cigarettes and the tourists who smoke are very few. Between that, a distinct lack of diesel exhaust, the smell of fresh grilled street food, and a lot of incense wafting from the temples, this is one good smelling town.

FOOD & DRINK

Mango and banana shakes – excellent; Lao beer (think Budweiser); lao lao boom (a likely candidate for this year’s Thanksgiving cocktail); grilled, smoked duck; banh xeo; laap (a sort of cross between Thai larb and Chinese chicken salad – the best version with tiny, buttery croutons and herbs we’ve yet to identify) – SPECTACULAR; garlic pepper pork; chicken curry (different than Thai); puffy fry bread with sesame; an amuse bouche of fried/puffed glutenous rice topped with a pork & tomato sort of ratatouille; gelato (did we mention this is a very international little capitol city?); spicy yellow noodle with chicken & veggies – all outstanding. The only mistake was ordering green papaya salad and naively saying we could take it spicy. I believe the recipe they used begins “shred 6 Scotch bonnet peppers…”

Next up: Luang Prabang for your Buck

Sawadee y’all,

Twenty-something years ago we tested our blooming relationship with a month-long trip to Thailand. Having both matriculated, we find ourselves here once more, this time on our way to Laos and testing only the limits of how much we can eat in day. So let’s just cut to the (culinary) chase, shall we? (Cultural and other observation to come later.)

Exotic lowlights: Prior to arriving in Bangkok, while cruising the Narita airport (Tokyo) we spied a bag of cookies that aptly describe us. (See unretouched photo.) Passed on those. Then there was the boneless, skinless, chicken breast shaped object (served with childhood memory-riddled Swanson Turkey TV Dinner “stuffing”) which was bizarrely sponge textured but admittedly moist and somewhat flavorful.

Okay, on to the real grub highlights. The Thai rep for Alan’s company took us to lunch at a lovely open air restaurant near the river. He and his wife ordered up a tsumani of food which we tried in vain to finish. First up was a pot of Tom Yum soup with an intensely flavored broth that had a hint of Chinese five spice powder. Excellent. This was followed by small disks of fried fish cakes with a sweet chili sauce and crispy fried basil. Extraordinary. Must ask Su (the rep’s wife) to help me find a jar of the right sauce, and figure out how to deep fry basil… a lot of basil. Garlic pepper greens. Lovely. Then came the salt-crusted sea bass with two sauces – the first, almost a lime-infused tomatillo salsa; the second, a sweet garlic chili. Ecksanser asked Alan if he wanted some rice, and our best-mannered boy, expecting just a little bowl, replied, sure. So out comes an enormous platter of crab & vegetable fried rice. I could feel I was starting to expand – especially since I’d already downed a Thai iced coffee and an entire coconut milk/water served in the fresh husk (Alan had a beer) – but I’d lost all self control by this point and couldn’t stop. Ecksanser and Su picked up the menu again and we assumed they were going to order a little sweet for dessert – which they did – but not before the gigantic grilled langostines. Oy. Finally, the Siamese Fantasy Ruby arrived. Colored, grape shaped, gelatin-like covered nuts and thick batons of coconut swimming in an iced “soup” of sweet coconut milk. While not on par with, oh, say gelato or a flourless chocolate cake, it was damn good.

We worked off the soup by walking to the Air Asia office to arrange our flight to northern Thailand (with a plan to cross overland into Laos). There we met a South African version of The Illustrated Man. With the exception of his face, every square centimeter (yes, EVERY) is covered in gorgeous, fluid, vibrantly colored tattoos. Evidently, he had recently attended a big tat convention where we’re sure he was a standout. We had a little trouble following his spiritual philosophy but got the gist of his struggle including the daily shrouding of multiple gods (the Ganesh covering his left forearm is exquisite) on his body when he does morning meditation. Observant Jews are forbidden from getting tattoos yet he sports a penny sized Star of David on the crown of his head. Actually, we had trouble following pretty much everything he was babbling about but thoroughly enjoyed the corporal art show.

If you’re reading this, I didn’t die from snacking on fresh jackfruit at the night market. The size of a large watermelon, jackfruit has the texture of a green pepper with the flavor a cross between pineapple and mango. It has moved pretty high on my favorite fruit list. We followed up with a light dinner from street vendors: banana & Nutella roti (Indian pancakes) with sweetened condensed milk ($1.30); huge pahd Thai with egg ($1). Oh, and for those of you who were concerned, 7-Eleven stores abound so there’s no shortage of diet soda for Alan.

The bad news, good news, bad news? I forgot to bring a belt for my loose fitting travel pants — not going to need one.

So, the answer to the 2010 question “Where are you two going this year?”: Laos.

Despite all of our trips to Southeast Asia, Laos is the country we’ve always missed. We’d thought of it as the sleepy neighbor of Vietnam and Thailand, but we’ve met a lot of travelers this year who’ve said that it’s a must see. Beautiful vistas, interesting temples and sites, fabulous food, and cheap – which meet all of our travel requirements.

Once again, our plans are extremely flexible. We have round trip tickets to Bangkok, and we’ll be arranging our entry into Laos from there. We’ll spend two and a half weeks in Laos, and then we’ll return to Bangkok for just over a week. We’ll be back in the US in time for Thanksgiving.

It turns out I will be working for the last week in Thailand. My company has a contract with the Royal Thai Navy and I’ll be on-site to provide training and installation. I’ll also get a chance to visit some other business related sites, so there will be some novel elements to this trip.

We will continue our tradition of blog posts with pictures and Harriet’s travel commentaries. She swears she’s going to finish the incomplete entries from previous travels, but I’ll be thankful if we just make more timely updates. I’ll be traveling with more electronics than usual (due to work) so we’ll see how that impacts our overall communications. I’ll be making Twitter/Facebook updates, so you can find periodic summaries here and follow us in real time at Twitter as @alanirwin. And we love email!

And now back to packing.

CRUISIN’ FOR A BRUISIN’

It goes without saying that we are not cruise ship types, and we should have gone without cruising the Nile. Granted, it wasn’t the QEII but let’s just say we expected a lot more from Thomas Cook than a well-appointed cabin in the bowels of the engine room; food that could be appreciated only by the starving street cats (see previous post); portly Europeans (whose body image is way too good for their overflowing Speedos) who were, evidently, bulking up for a record cold, long winter ahead; and a docking schedule that made us wish we had instead taken a few long bus rides with some of those heritage sheep or hired a couple of camels. Okay. Lesson learned. VISA card company notified.

We had barely enough time to see Kom Ombo temple the first evening, so the next morning we bolted off the boat as soon as we could in order to reach Edfu temple before the throngs of other tourists. Very good move.

The evening entertainment was brief but decent. Great musicians, excellent belly dancer, one very good whirling dervish. Not exactly Las Vegas on the Nile, but a good distraction from the engine noise for 30 minutes.

Food highlight: None whatsoever.

Next up: LUXOR: NOT JUST A HOTEL IN VEGAS