Oudomxay
appointment was made with the minibus driver for half past ten. It filed its tourists in Hat Sa and repassed me. It was noon, and his shift and is always there. I suppose I must resign myself to not wait ... But I can not believe that Lao does not keep its word. I could stay in the hotel lobby near the brazier till evening, I would continue to wait, to tell me he had a problem.
Four hours later
It finally came. Smiling, excited and covered with mud. He trembles with the joy of having saved his livelihood from the precipice. Returning from Hat Sa, in a turn where I almost died, too - but on foot - he lost control of the van to stop in equilibrium above the vacuum. Disaster narrowly averted thanks to the portrait of Prince lucky Sisavang Vong in the glove box.
He can not get over the friendliness of the natives, his pure Lao Loum of Luang Prabang. How easily they accepted, to five or six, to pull the strings! How they are soiled for he! How, without understanding the words, they are included in the gestures! How they saved her life of misery: the minibus, it was all her savings and those of his father met, the investment for the future! Since these people were good!
Then, en route to Udom Xai, it was well packed eight hours to explain the difference between our worlds. The spirits of ancestors who are here, my inability to find appropriate rituals after the death of my grandfather - I cry quietly watching the landscape - the evils of tourism in Laos and the inability of a Lao travel the second World War, on 11 September, meaning the height of the houses - storey, Lao or Lao Loum Teung, at ground level, Hmong or Lao Soum, "he said.
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