After a great night’s sleep in my air-conditioned palace, there’s just time to finish my traditional noodle soup and Lao coffee, before my big day of exploring.




Firstly it’s off to the ……..Monument, which has some great views of the city. The Monument was built by the Laotians after the war with cement donated by the Americans that was supposed to create a new Airport runway….such is the mindset of the Lao people. They are so friendly, you never hear them swear (even in traffic) and they have a ready smile and very polite and respectful way about them. With their extended family policy there is always a deferential treatment towards older people, so over here they treat me like a god…Ha Ha.
After a short respite from the blistering sun and heat in a local park where I captured some shots of this little girl demolishing an ice-cream whist out with her grandparents, I head in search of a bar I’ve heard of call the Sunset Bar which overlooks the Mekong. After walking for about 5 km upriver I finally give up and have a quick beer in a Scottish Bar ( yes weird I know) only to walk 20m up the road to find it in front of me DOH.
I have visited loads of temples today, one in particular is said to hold a clipping of the Buddha’s hair and there are loads of people praying and making offerings to the temple statues and the monks. The temple of is also said to be over 2000 years old and use to house the Jade Buddha (which now resides in Bangkok after it was supposedly stolen during some fighting). The temples are really very calming places and it’s hard not to be effected by these peoples honest belief in what seems an undemanding yet fiercely followed and respected religion. I would go as far as to say that it permeates every part of their day to day lives adding a lot to their relaxed and open attitude to others.





















It’s an early start this morning with a stomach that has somehow survived the night without any impromptu trips to the Loo.
So into town where I meet with my fellow “wantabee” gourmets, we chose several meals from the menu available and board a Tuk Tuk for a trip to the local markets to discover what it’s like to buy the produce first hand.
The market has just about every type of vegetable, animal and mineral menu ingredient that you could imagine including all the things that hop, fly, and croak and all of them crawling with flies. Not your regular Aussie “if you swat me I will leave you in piece flies, but the campaign hardened Mekong fly that is as angry as hell and just won’t take no for an answer”.
After wrestling half of our menu from the vendors and the other half from the flies we happily head back to the cooking school in the sound knowledge that if you haven’t experienced the joys of dysentery before then the wait will soon be over…..
We set about immediately learning the finer points of Lao cooking some of which I will hope to demonstrate on my return home. I hope the conventions team is excited about this as I am…ha ha.
The class was actually really good, our teacher was great and we where soon chopping, smashing, mashing and julienning our way towards lunch.
After reassuring us all that the stew is not spicy we all tuck into the buffalo with chunks of skin etc only to discover that the Lao version of spicy would put Chernobyl to shame resulting in the urgent but justified downing of a couple of Beer Lao’s the local brew.
I head of to bed wondering what my stomach will make of all of this before dawn.


















