One problem with super nice accommodations, besides the
total disconnect I feel when I do step out onto the streets and remember where
I am, is that I find it much harder to motivate to leave the hotel. Today we needed to leave for the airport
around noon so we spent the morning lounging around. We made reservations on Bangkok Airlines to
fly to Laos, mostly because they fly out of BKK (which we will need returning to
Bangkok for our same-day flights back to the US out of BKK). I was expecting big things given that they
included checked luggage, we got to specify a vegetarian meal (for an hour
flight) and they let us hang out in the free wifi/free food lounge at the airport
before our flight – all on economy tickets. So I was pretty surprised when they
bussed us to board the plane and it wasn’t much larger than the ones they used
to fight in Dunkirk. I had terrible
visions of a repeat of yesterday’s motion sickness but Rachel distracted with
me with an episode of Orphan Black (yes, Jim, we finally started and are
hooked!). When we arrived at the Luang
Prabang International Airport I understood why we were on such a small plane…
We checked in to the guest house and went wandering about
the streets looking for a tour guide I had found online. We made several wrong turns and were even
chased out of one residential street by a pack of dogs. We eventually gave up on finding my guy given
the hour and headed to the main street in town, the Night Market. I don’t know if the craft quality is much
nice in Laos or if it was just nice to browse out of the heat of the day and
with no crowds – probably a combination of both – but it was a much better experience than yesterday's in Bangkok. We hadn’t been able to change any money at the airport but a nice
woman in our hotel traveling with her daughter and grandson for ONE YEAR lent
me enough kip to get ourselves some dinner. I love travelers! We didn’t end up needing her money as there
was an exchange place at the Night Market.
We ate a very late dinner at a café advertising vegetarian food and
enjoyed one of the leftover French influences here – bread!
One problem with super nice accommodations, besides the
total disconnect I feel when I do step out onto the streets and remember where
I am, is that I find it much harder to motivate to leave the hotel. Today we needed to leave for the airport
around noon so we spent the morning lounging around. We made reservations on Bangkok Airlines to
fly to Laos, mostly because they fly out of BKK (which we will need returning to
Bangkok for our same-day flights back to the US out of BKK). I was expecting big things given that they
included checked luggage, we got to specify a vegetarian meal (for an hour
flight) and they let us hang out in the free wifi/free food lounge at the airport
before our flight – all on economy tickets. So I was pretty surprised when they
bussed us to board the plane and it wasn’t much larger than the ones they used
to fight in Dunkirk. I had terrible
visions of a repeat of yesterday’s motion sickness but Rachel distracted with
me with an episode of Orphan Black (yes, Jim, we finally started and are
hooked!). When we arrived at the Luang
Prabang International Airport I understood why we were on such a small plane…
We checked in to the guest house and went wandering about
the streets looking for a tour guide I had found online. We made several wrong turns and were even
chased out of one residential street by a pack of dogs. We eventually gave up on finding my guy given
the hour and headed to the main street in town, the Night Market. I don’t know if the craft quality is much
nice in Laos or if it was just nice to browse out of the heat of the day and
with no crowds – probably a combination of both – but it was a much better experience than yesterday's in Bangkok. We hadn’t been able to change any money at the airport but a nice
woman in our hotel traveling with her daughter and grandson for ONE YEAR lent
me enough kip to get ourselves some dinner. I love travelers! We didn’t end up needing her money as there
was an exchange place at the Night Market.
We ate a very late dinner at a café advertising vegetarian food and
enjoyed one of the leftover French influences here – bread! 
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