THE BUDDHA CAVES OF NORTH LAOS (Pak Ou Caves)

My driver Thongdat and his Jumbo (Tuktuk)


My 3-day bus ride already took a huge chunk of travel time, though I will never regret doing it. But I wanted to see more of Luang Prabang. It’s probably going to be my last time to see Luang Prabang in this lifetime. But then, I said that about Hanoi and Saigon, and so far I’ve returned 4x already within 10 months. LOL. I just cannot trust myself.

A LITTLE MORE ADVENTURE : THE OPTIONS

It was a good day. The weather shifts every hour from mild-sunny to cloudy. It was time for a little adventure. Something I can tell myself, you went a bit off the beaten track. There were two options. One, a beautiful waterfall some 25 kilometers away from the city. Two, a sacred place called Buddha Cave s that's 28 kilometers away. Both places were reachable by boat from the Mekong. I didn’t feel like getting splashes of the murky waters of the Mekong! A British guy who studies at the University of London earlier told me that he went to the waterfalls the other day. “It’s a nice waterfall but I’ve seen higher falls. We were supposed to visit some Tiger House. Unfortunately, the lone tiger on display died 10 days ago,” relates Mr. London Uni. Dead tigers. Unspectacular falls. I remembered a tour to a waterfall in Kanchanaburi in Thailand. Ok, that sealed the deal. No waterfalls.

NO BRAINER

Next predicament. There were 2 ways to visit the Buddha caves. The first, was through a 2-hour boat ride through the Mekong – along with 7-8 other tourists. The second, a jumbo (Lao’s version of the tuktuk) ride through a dirt road. I would be able to walk through a Lao Village and see how the locals live. Then cross the Mekong (to the other side) to get to the caves. It really was a no-brainer. The catch is, I have to find other tourists so we can share the $25-jumbo fare. I thought about the other tourists I met at the bus station. I saw them again while I was checking out the postcards. “Hey, would you guys want to ride with me to the Pak Ou Cave?” I offered. Guy 2: “How much will it cost us?” Me: “$25 …divided among us.” But way before I could finish my sentence, the couple ran away as fast as they could! They made a dash to leave me. Haha. Boy, I’ve never seen $25 repel someone as effectively as that one did! I heard one of them say, “We’ll look up into other tours first and let you know.” Give me a break, we would have paid a little more than $8 for a vehicle that will take us to places for the WHOLE DAY, and we were the boss. No one telling us we only have 10 minutes to check out one place and another 30 minutes to take a crap! No one will be dictating how we want our time spent! We wouldn’t have to be with 30 other tourists or so.

UNSURE

I decided to take the trip on my own. I approached a jumbo driver and politely asked how much he would charge for a day-tour to the Pak Ou Caves. “$25,” he said, and I saw a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Then I turned away! I was suddenly unsure. I’d be riding alone with him. He could take me somewhere I don’t wanna go. Tourists are always vulnerable to such schemes. “$24!” I heard the driver follow me. Two blocks after, he was still with me. “How much you want, meester?” he asked. I intently looked at him. He is about 55 years old, complexion on the fair side, a little on the heavy side too, with chinky eyes. Sometimes, you have to look at a person’s face and take your cue. He looked like a hardworking honest man I can trust my life with! “$22,” I declared. If he didn’t like it, I’m cool. Take it or leave it.

Five minutes later, I was the lone passenger of his jumbo. 15 minutes into the ride, he stopped at some makeshift stall. The guy from the stall listed his jumbo’s plate. This is a registration station to probably monitor outgoing vehicles (remember, this is a communist country). On a blackboard near the table, a price tag was written: $25! That is the going rate! But a deal is a deal. I can give him $3 for his tip. I always give tips for great services rendered. Kahit maubusan pa ako ng pera. Too much of a softie. LOL

ROUGH ROAD

Thongdat, my driver, started annotating for the tour. But it was hard to understand him between his accent and the sound of the motor, and I was at the back! This was going to be a long ride. I saw the North Bus Station. The road to the airport. Passed the bridge. Then made a left somewhere, off the main and to a dirt road! It was rough! The rode was just 8-9 feet wide, pebbly, muddy, wavy – and the Ou River (Nam Ou) was flowing beside us. One slip to the left and I was gonna find out how a vehicle turtles to a raging river. I took my camera and held on tightly. I could feel my insides move. I thought of the word “wobble”. LOL. This was an 8 km ride from the main road. As we went further, I realized there was hardly any other vehicle traveling on this road. I was worrying if this vehicle could make it to our destination. It will be a verrrry lonnng muddy walk back to the main road! An hour into our wobbly ride, we saw 3 other jumbos getting back. Each is filled with 10-15 caucasian tourists, while I was the king of my jumbo. Hanep! LOL

PAK OU VILLAGE & SATELLITE DISHES

We reached the little village of Pak Ou in an hour. Wood houses on medium height stilts. Weaving materials displayed outside their homes. Satellite dishes in every 200 meter or so. (In Laos, satellite dishes are ubiquitous even in mountain villages. It’s possible that the government provides them with these stuff. Keep the Laos entertained.) Thongdat walked with me through these houses until we reached the riverside. There was a restaurant on stilts. Then I saw the other side of the Ou River. An “opening” from a limestone cliff. That was my destination! From my riverside, boats were waiting for passengers. The young man said, “30,000 kip!” I said, “20,000 kip - return!” My driver told me so. Everyone pays 20,000 kip for a boat crossing to the other side of the Nam Ou (Ou River, a Mekong tributary).

THAM TING aka PAK OU CAVE aka BUDDHA CAVES

The villagers call the main cave as Tham Ting (Ting Cave). The tourism authority calls it Pak Ou Caves, as this is under the care of the village of Pak Ou. Tourist books call it the Buddha Caves because it is easier to remember. By boat, it takes 2 hours to get there through the Mekong, which passes by a series of caves set in limestone cliffs. There is no direct land route to get to the caves as they are located just above the waters. The lowest and the most accessible of these caves is a sacred place for the Lao.

Whenever a Buddha statue becomes too old or damage to venerate in a wat, these buddhas are not thrown away or destroyed; these are sent to these caves – the Buddha Caves. Inside, just out of the sunlight and stretching back into the darkness, are thousands of Buddha statues of every size and material. Steps to the left of the Tham Ting Cave lead around to the upper cave called Tham Phun which is deeper, darker and needs a flashlight for viewing. It was scary.

CATCHING MY BREATH IN THAM PHUN

My boat ride didn’t take 15 minutes to cross the river. There was a British guy talking in front of a boom mic. They were making a documentary on the caves. I had to wait for him to finish a spiel then stepped from one boat to the next to get up the cave’s platform. I paid the entrance and got inside Tham Ting. True enough, there were thousands of standing buddhas displayed in several ledges. It felt eerie. The cave wasn’t deep enough and once you see the buddhas, there’s nowhere else to go. I turned to the stairs outside and braved another 200+ stairs leading to the bigger cave. There were flashlights available for rent outside, but I didn’t have plans of exploring deep inside, thank you! Once again, my shirt was drenched with sweat. I went inside, and it was really dark. Had goosebumps. There were just a few buddhas inside. Who would be so stupid to climb these steps when their old buddhas can rest more dramatically at the cave (Tham Ting) below? On my way back, I met the filmmaking crew. The presenter was all out of breath. He looked familiar but I am sure I don’t know him. I wished it was Michael Palin, but of course I’m wishful thinking.

By the time I got back to my boat, my knees were jello! Literally jello! I was punishing myself so hard these days, I thought. LOL. We sailed back to the other side. My jumbo driver was waiting for me. It was damn fun! He offered another ride for tomorrow. The waterfall! But I was gonna think hard about it. Meanwhile, I just looked forward to the pleasant ride back to Luang Prabang.

My 20,000 kip boat to the other side of the river.

A boatride to the Buddha caves.


Buddha Caves. Notice the British film crew down below.

Tham Ting cave

Thousands of old and worn out buddhas find their resting place.

Stair leading to the upper cave of Tham Phun (above & below).

Tham Phun (Phun Caves), outside (above) and inside (below).

Pak Ou village and their weaving materials.

Riverside villages from Nam Ou

Random Expenditures:

· Jumbo (tuktuk) ride ( 9AM-4PM) and tour to the Buddha Caves. - $22 or 176,00 kip or PhP1,001
· Tip for my jumbo driver (optional, in fact they don’t expect it) - $3 or 24,000 kip or PhP136.50
· Pak Ou Cave/Buddha Cave entrance fee – $2.50 or 20,000 kip or PhP113.75

Crosslink Gratitude

- Yesterday, I was surprised with the surge of hits which reached 110 or so. I realized that one of my posts (“Luang Prabang – Close to the Heavens”) was featured in a couple of blogsites. About 20 hits came from this site, http://samakomlao.blogspot.com, which is like a shrine of anything Lao; and another from http://globalvoicesonline.org/2008/07/20/laos-luang-prabang/ which highlights a potpourri of news coming from the different parts of the world. It’s “curated” by Yehey’s news editor from the Philippines. Thanks for the mention, guys. Please feel free to checkout their sites. Thanks.

PHOU SI AND THE TEMPLES OF LUANG PRABANG

Phou Si (aka Chomsy Hill) is just a few blocks from my guesthouse. It’s an easy walk from most of the restaurants and hotels from Sisavangvong. Just across the museum, you cross the street and see a flight of stairs that takes you to the upper slopes. Wikitravel indicates that the best time to climb the hill is when you’re watching the sunset. I preferred braving the sun, going up when the sun is high. Besides, there are huge Chompasak (Calachuchi) trees giving you shelter as you ascend. It is also the best time to see the breathtaking expanse of Luang Prabang. It is not an easy climb regardless of the time of day. It is an arduous 328 steps to the summit. Before reaching the last 50 steps or so, you have to pay 20,000 kip as entrance fee to the temples above. I was out of breath. My shirt was drenched with perspiration.

The temple above was nothing spectacular, but the view of Luang down below is. The Mekong and the Kham snake gracefully as they cut through the land mass of the city. A bridge crosses the river. In the distant view, a gleaming temple looms large and proud. I asked the lady selling drinks what the name of the glowing temple that I could see from there. She didn’t understand me. I found out later – from my readings – that it’s the Vipassana Temple and Park, a Buddhist meditation center. I even had directions on how to visit the temple (which is, to take the road going to the airport then turn right before reaching the bridge, and travel on a dirt road). From the top, you can head down to the other side of the hill where another temple awaits. This one has allegedly preserved buddha’s “huge” footprints – and, boy! That was a HUGE footprint!

The view of Phou Si (Chomsy Hill) from the National Museum.

328 steps to climb…

Sisavangvong Road down below.

24-m high That Chomsi, erected 1804, clearly visible from most ground level points in the city.

Kham River. A glittering Vipassana Temple and Park can be seen from the mountains.

Vipassanna Temple – a Buddhist meditation center.

BEAUTY IN ITS OLD AGE

Luang Prabang has numerous temples. My Lao friend Somsak told me that each temple has varying number of monks. Some temples have more than a hundred, while others have 10. I’m way past appreciating every single temple I see. I have been desensitized. I’ve seen too many temples to be enamored by every single temple that exists. It’s like our churches in the Philippines. Some deserve to be photographed, but several others don’t. A leisurely visit would suffice. One of my favorites is Wat Xieng Thong. If you look at the map, near the northern tip of the peninsula where Mekong meets Kham River (the tip of the “thumb”), there stands Luang Prabang’s most magnificent temple- Wat Xieng Thong. I reached Xieng Thong as it was starting to drizzle. Madilim ang langit at umaambon. There weren’t a lot of tourists in the vicinity. It was a sleepy area. The compound of the temple is a peaceful abode. The main temple has an ornate pinkish hue. The few monks were sitting nearby. After checking out the interiors of the temples, I headed to the west entrance and walked down the flight of stairs leading to the river.

A BOATMAN AT THE MEKONG

Wow. I was once again beside the Mekong. In Saigon, people have to pay $20 and travel for two hours to get near the Mekong. Now I am standing before it. There were more concrete steps to take before I finally reached the water. It was high and there was a raging flow going south. Just further north is where the Mekong meets the Kham River. Drizzle has turned into a steady drop of rain water. I didn’t care. I sat at the last dry flight of stair. I hunched forward and dipped my hand on the river. Murky. Haha. An Australian couple who earlier made the rounds of the Wat Xieng Thong compound joined me. Nainggit ata! I just nodded and smiled. We were surely getting wet, but it was a nice feeling, sitting there.

I was watching a little blue boat sail against the flow of the Mekong. It sailed on from the raging stream and bravely made its way towards the shore. It maneuvered and turned around, and headed towards us. “Ride, meester?” God! He sailed against the flow to offer us a ride?! Kawawa naman. I had to say no. So did the Australian couple. He silently left. That’s what I like about the Lao. You only need to say NO once - and they leave you alone. That doesn’t happen in Vietnam. Or Cambodia.


Wat Xieng Thong, the city’s oldest temple, with its ordination hall constructed 1560. A conqueror used this as his headquarters during the 1887 invasion. During which time, most of the city was destroyed.

Wat Xieng Thong’s pink hues.

Part of the complex of Wat Xieng Thong, located at the back of the main temple, just beside the library building.

The little blue boat that could…

It braved against the flow of the Mekong, then maneuvered and turned around.

…then offered us a ride.

Wat Vataram – off the beaten path.

Wat Vixoun with That Mak Mo

That Mak Mo

Random Expenditures:

· Entrance to Phou Si (Chomsy Hill) – $2.50 or 20,000 kip or PhP113.75
· Entrance to Vat Xieng Tong –$2.50 or 20,000 kip

Luang Prabang - Close to the Heavens

Ancient royal city. Laos’ foremost tourist destination. UNESCO World Heritage City.Population: 26,000Main water way: the Mekong and the Nam Kham (Kham River)Elevation: 700 m above sea level




THE ROAD TO HEAVEN

Arriving in Luang Prabang in the early morning was like riding into a dream. The moment I opened my eyes on the bus, I knew I made the right decision to travel on a night bus. It was past 6 AM and the vehicle was making its steady ascent into a zigzag to the heavens. Fluffy clouds hang low, their feathery tufts covering most of the green mountains surrounding us. They were like angels welcoming us.

It was hard not to be moved by such beauty. As the other passengers gradually awoke in the midst of such unfathomable beauty, everyone fell silent. I was wide-eyed, smiling for myself. The only sound that you could hear was the occasional clicking of cameras. It has been more than 36 hours of bus rides from Saigon. My only regret so far is my failure to capture the beauty of the scenery before me – in all its splendor. Is this the road to heaven? The view before me is probably not for cameras to capture, but solely for the human eye to appreciate.

SISA WHO?

We reached an almost deserted bus garage. It was drizzling by the time our bus found its parking. There was a small office at the center of the station lot. I retrieved my backpack, took shelter and considered my options. I went to one of the waiting sangthaews (which literally means 2 rows). I asked how much he’s charging for Sisavangvong Road, the main street at the center of the city. Whoever thought of that name is a genius. It has a tongue-twisting playful quality. Sisa-vang-vong! Sisa-vang-vong! Saying it is like summoning the spirits of heaven! Sisa-vang-vong! Can I have a smoke machine?

One of the tourists kept saying, “Sisa-VONG!” as though he was trying to correct me. The cretin! Go check your crumpled Lonely Planet and relearn your street names! From behind me, a goo goo eyed Danish girl, in her high-pitched nasal voice, kept gushing, “It’s so beautiful!” I looked around and saw the dusty grounds of the bus station. There were other sangthaews waiting for customers. There was nothing particularly beautiful surroundings us. Unless she was referring to the tall Italian guy she was tightly holding on to. Alright, I’m being a dickhead! LOL

The sangthaew driver I approached was asking for 15,000 kip (almost $2) from each of his 3 passengers, myself included. Cheap. But if you really think about it, it was like a tricycle ride from any of the side streets of Boni Avenue going to Cherry’s Foodarama in Shaw Boulevard, which charges PhP30 ($0.65 ). Buti sana kung airconditioned taxi service ‘to, eh motorbike lang naman na may backride. Tapos may mga kasama ka pa! Off we went to Sisavangvong. The driver earned 45,000 kip from us. That’s $5.60 (PhP255) for his non-aircon luxury vehicle.

Looks like a "thumbs up"as the Mekong flows to the North then turns south and eastward. X marks the Chomsy Hill aka Phou Si.


Sisavangvong was a pleasant surprise. The street is lined by quaint little shops and rows of restaurants. A large hill called Phou Si stands proud along this street. Phou Si is also called Chomsy Hill mainly because Chompasak (Kalachuchi) grows around the whole area. Phou Si is a helpful beacon in orienting yourself around LP. From the peak, you see the spectacular view of the whole city including the confluence of the two rivers – the great Mekong and the Kham River. The town itself is easily navigated on foot. If you are the fun and adventurous “walker”, you can see most of the city in a day or two, although most tourists extend their stay to soak up the atmosphere.
SWEET AS A SACKARINTH
I had two guesthouses on my list to check out. I had to narrow down my prospective choices. The first one on my list was Sackarinth Guesthouse located off Sisavangvong. There is a signpost from the main street which I readily saw from my drop off. For some reason, the rate was lower than what Lonely Planet mentioned. Must be the low season. I met Somsak from the lobby. He showed me room 7 located on the 2nd floor, at the back of the front building. Though dimly lit, my room was big - with airconditioning, a cable television, and a clean bathroom. True enough, as per literature, a koala bear graces the door mat. LOL. Not bad for a S12. The two other backpackers from the bus station got the room next to mine, which was another $12. This meant they get to pay $6 (48,000 kip or PhP273) each for their room. I’ll be damned! LOL. It wasn’t until later in the day that Somsak informed me that “your friends” transferred to a much smaller fan room in the front building. The room rate: $6. My so-called friends shelled out $3 each (Php136.50)! Ohmygod! So, if you have plans of seeing Luang Prabang and are on a tight budget, a $3 room wouldn’t be a bad choice. One thing’s for sure. You have to share a communal bathroom with others. If you are claustrophobic, I wouldn’t recommend it either. As Somsak said, “Is very small room…”

CONVERSATION WITH A FORMER MONK
Somsak couldn’t be over 20. I sat up with him for a friendly chat. He pointed to his mop of dark hair, “I’m not so used to having a lot of hair.” He was a monk until 2 months ago. He left his temple to pursue college and to work. He felt he needed to help his family who lives in a rice farming community some 30 minutes from Luang. Most families send their children to temples to avail of their free elementary and secondary education. Having a monk in the family renders a sense of respectability to a Lao family, much like a Filipino family whose sons enter the seminary or a religious order. Somsak tried to convince me to offer food or bread at the early morning ceremony. “You should give…” he said. After 4 years of being a monk, he misses his temple life. It’s their temple stay that makes Lao men gentle people, almost passive with laidback demeanor. Later in the day, we would discuss about the places that I visited. Then he offered me his email address, which surprised me. I didn’t envision locals to be checking their mails at the end of the day. It was interesting how he wrote his note which read: “My name is Somsak. My email is...” Everything was written in complete sentences. He spoke slow, in fractured English and he would smile whenever he mispronounced words. It was nice to meet a friendly soul in a far off land.

When I finally got inside my room, I charged everything that needed charging, especially my camera. My mobile phone’s roaming was working properly. There were no annoying spam messages like those coming from Vietnam’s Viettel Telecom. Warm shower felt good. I imagined scrubbing away 3 days worth of border-crossing debris. I felt like a civilized human being again. I set my phone’s alarm, and then forced myself to sleep for an hour. I didn’t feel tired or sleepy, but I knew I’d need to rest before taking on the rest of the day. There will be a LOT of walking involved later – and I couldn’t wait.
POSTCARD HABIT
Once I was ready to gallivant, I got my stuff ready. Camera, pen and notebook, Laos Lonely Planet. Sisavangvong looked very relaxed. There were hardly touts offering their trade and following you as you walk the streets. I bought some postcards and mailed a couple for my mother (who loves receiving them). It has become a habit sending them from different cities. I like the “production number” involved in locating post offices. It has become a part of my travels. Postcards and stamps don’t come cheap but they give me reassurance of being rooted somewhere. And that somewhere is the Philippines. Wala lang. Sniff!
TRANSPORTATION
The city has few cars or taxis. The main mode of transportation for tourists are the sangthaew which are also called “jumbos”, these are 3 wheeled motorized vehicles bigger than the tuktuks of Thailand. The local police does not allow privately rented bicycles unless you are part of a group tour. These jumbos charge between 10,000 to 15,000 kip for destinations within the city center. An unscrupulous driver asked 50,000 kip (instead of 15,000 kip) from me after taking me to Wat Xieng Thong, the city’s “oldest”. He obviously forgot that I made him write the 15,000 ON MY notebook during our negotiation. I simply showed him his very own handwriting. Lolokohin pa ako ng gago!
THE CHECKLIST

Once upon a time, I used to hate doing a checklist of must-see places. It seems too corny, too unhip. However, I end up missing important places and regretting big time. Not anymore. I make a checklist, an itinerary, and I try to follow it religiously, unless better opportunities present themselves. In Luang, this list is an enumeration of temple names; the ones that the books and guides find interesting: the oldest, the biggest, the most beautiful, the holiest, the most visited – then my favorite, those off the beaten track, barely discovered temples. In the succeeding posts, I shall post some of these temples.

NIGHT MARKET AND CURFEW
At 5PM, a good stretch of Sisavangvong is closed to traffic. Colorful tents gather on the street near Chomsy Hill (Phou Si). Vendors start displaying different products ranging from souvenir shirts to blouses, lanterns, paintings, blankets, pillowcases, brass wares, bags, etc. I bought a painting and some Luang Prabang shirts. I leisurely walked through the stalls until I reached the stair leading to the hill. I climbed the steps of Chomsy Hill. Midway to the top, it got really dark. I’d have wanted to see the night view from the top, but it didn’t feel safe. I sat on the steps and enjoyed the multicolored tents of the Night Market down below. After 15 minutes, I went down and started looking for a suitable restaurant for my dinner. It wasn’t until 9PM that the tents were slowly being dismantled. The locals were heading home in time for the curfew at 10. There is a reason why curfew is being observed in Luang Prabang. This is a country run by a military regime after all. But more importantly, the city has early morning rituals; one of the main reasons why tourists come to Luang Prabang!

Should I wait and observe how the curfew is going to be enforced? No thank you.



The picturesque Haw Kham (others spell it as Ho Kham) is the former royal palace, This has been turned into the Luang Prabang National Museum, the official name written in front of the complex. Lonely Planet calls it the Royal Palace Museum. It sits on a compound that has a temple to its right, the Phralak Phralam Theatre and a little pond beside it. The museum closes between 11:30AM and 1:30 PM.

This museum houses the Pha Bang, its most prized Buddha – cast in gold, silver and bronze alloy, weighing 53kg. This was cast in Sri Lanka during the first century and presented to the Luang King. The Buddha sits in the center of a small hall. Visitors can only view it 5 feet from a deck. I couldn’t steal some photographs coz an old man was watching over the visitors, namely ME! LOL. Just across the street from the Museum is the Chomsy Hill (aka Phou Si). My jumbo driver wasn’t aware of it being called Haw Kham.

The Phralak Theatre

Hmong Market. Hmongs refer to an ethnic minority in Laos.

The Tourist Information Center. Located along Sisavangvong, this office is perfectly situated in the heart of the city. Unfortunately, they were close the two times that I visited them. They are said to give out complementary maps of the city.


Prabang’s Service Ophthalmology Clinic. Can you believe it? A specialty service in Luang Prabang. I found this clinic east of the hill.

Dara Market. Also located in the eastern area of the city, Dara Market is a small center divided into stalls. There are some posh cafes, some DVD shops, as well as stalls selling cell phones and accessories. I was looking for Lao movies and I was greeted with perplexed stares everywhere. It turns out, the Lao Movie industry is non-existent. They have a thriving television industry churning out local telenovelas and TV series, but no Lao movies.




Sackarinth Guest House (left) and my $12 room 7 (right)

Colurful tents make the Night Market along Sisavangvong.

Random Expenditures:

· Sangthaew ride from the bus station to Sisavangvong Road - $1.88 or 15,000 kip or PhP85
· Sackarinth Guesthouse: aircon room with bathroom - $12 or 96,000 kip or PhP546
· Sackarinth Guesthouse fan rooms without bathrooms - $6/room/night good for 2-3 persons
· Postcards – $0.25 or 2,000 kip/piece or PhP11.40. I was able to buy 1,500 kip/piece somewhere far from the center (Sisavangvong)
· Postcard stamps within Asia - $0.88 or 7,000 kip or PhP40
· Dragon fruit, I piece – $0.63 or 5,000 kip or PhP28 (a sliced piece at the Robinson’s Grocery is PhP55)
· Pineapple Pie, 1 piece – $0.63 or 5,000 kip or PhP28
· Coke in can - $1 or 8,000 kip or PhP45 (clearly more than double the price compared to Philippine equivalent)
· Souvenir tshirts (Laos shirts) at the Night Market along Sisavangvong – $2.50 or 20,000 kip (price before haggling: 30,000 kip) or PhP113.75
· Luang Prabang national Museum aka Royal Palace Museum aka Haw Kham admission: $2 or 16,000 kip

South Laos Journeys here:

- Don Kho: http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2012/02/temple-on-island-called-don-kho-church.html

- Chasing Water Falls and Ethnic Tribes at the Bolaven Plateau - http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2012/02/chasing-waterfalls-ethnic-tribes-nature.html

- Magic and Beauty at the Bolaven Plateau - http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2012/03/bolaven-plateaus-magic-spellbound-in.html

- Whispery Temples and Smiling Monks in Pakse - http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2012/03/pakse-tales-whispery-temples-smiling.html

- Pakse to Champasak Town - http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2012/03/pakse-to-champasak-town-lost-in.html

- Lost in a Slumbering Paradise - http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2012/03/pakse-to-champasak-town-lost-in.html