17th November
We planned to ride along #7 to the Vietnam border and back to Phonsavan today.
Our initial concept was to make this a 'Five Borders Tour' i.e. Thai/Lao, Lao/Burma, Lao/China, Lao/Vietnam and Lao/Thai.
So we were away early, just as the Monks were collecting their alms.
Some wonderful timber homes along this road.
And some terribly cold rain!
We didn't have proper wet weather gear, so stopped under a tree and discussed the situation.
'Let's fly the white flag and retreat back to our warm showers' was the decision after enduring a miserable 45 kms out from Phonsavan.
It simply was not enjoyable.
But I know from before that this is a lovely ride and recommend it to all.
This was our first and only disappointment on tour.
Oh, there are now major new road-works just out from Phonsavan.
They seem to be widening and re-routing highway #7.
So it was back to Simmaly for breakfast, where these delightful ladies brightened a miserable morning and their warm fish soup warmed our chilled bodies.
And here we made another decision.
'Let's go to Site Two of the Plain of Jars.'
Neither of had been there so, after a bit of a look around town, that would be our destination.
I wasn't aware of this Lao-Mongolian Hospital until now.
Interesting fence posts.
Clear, blue sky here now!
OK, off to Site 2.
This site has a completely different 'feel' to Site 1 and I recommend it to all.
Here's a tour.
A couple of lids were lying on the ground.
For Alan and I, two Aussies, this area was reminiscent of parts of Australia (minus the jars!).
We felt very comfortable here.
Some-one always has to be a bit different!
We thoroughly enjoyed Site 2 and now it was time to return to base.
I stopped along the way to play a bit of 'patonk' with the lads.
Humiliated, I soon departed.
(photo by Alan aka 'Ngaltutjara')
Back in Phonsavan we swapped some Thai baht for Lao kip at Western Union.
Opposite, in the park, we noticed a congregation of 'street kids', who roam the market area and, occasionally, the restaurants for food hand-outs.
The locals seem to have no time for them and send them away.
I just hope their needs don't turn into something much more sinister and that they can receive the support they need from some trustworthy organisation.
Maybe they just come into town from outlying areas to get what they can then leave; I don't know. I just worry.
Here's the delightful and interesting Miss Tanoy at the previously mentioned T-Sun Deli.
We called in for another chat and to purchase some indulgences.
She enjoys a chat.
One horrendous story she told us of was about the wretched dog trade between Thailand, Laos and Vietnam.
She has already had three dogs stolen and knows where they finished up; literally.
There are actually a lot of dog restaurants in Phonsavan but only one openly advertises the fact.
One is located near the Lao-Mongolian Hospital, on the same side. Their sign is on the footpath.
Others do not advertise openly, but all locals know where the dog restaurants are.
Here's one of them, which I was taken to by a couple of girls who were not at all phased when I asked for a 'dog restaurant' (in Thai).
So, it seems, there is actually a sense of guilt or shame about what these restaurants are doing, otherwise why hide the fact that they sell dog meat?
Tanoy told me how many dogs are slaughtered.
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW, LOOK AWAY NOW.
Boiling water is poured down their throats while they are being held down.
This cleans the excretia from their intestines and bowel and also slowly kills the dog.
Not humanely, but it does eventually die.
Then it is butchered, sold and eaten.
Ironically, Tanoy now has a very attractive French Poodle adorned in pink ribbons and bells and it does look very enticing for anyone with those tendencies!
So, after another excellent day (apart from the early rain) we decided to dine at the dog restaurant .... oops! No, at 'Bombies'.
(continuing after a coffee break)