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Flight Bangkok-Luang Prabang
is really high, whirring very, very shaky and very old, as
vehicle. No way he takes in the air, there must be a
faking!






Après-midi/Luang
Prabang On arrival at the airport I tried to recruit tourists to share a
touktouk to downtown. They are a bit wary of me.
Finally, two Englishwomen consent. But as soon as you leave the airport,
something is wrong. There is a counter in front of the building and chairs in rows
onion. On chairs, touktouk drowsy drivers.
All travelers rush to the counter. For my part, I advance
to a driver, but he did not look at all interested. Meanwhile, my two English
have approached the counter. They come back with a ticket
each.
- What is it?
- A ticket for the taxi.
- need a ticket to take a touktouk now?
- Yes.
- How much does it cost?
- Five dollars per person.
- Five dollars! But they fell on the head!
As I speak loudly with a laugh that organized racket, the Englishwomen
blush a little and turn away.
- Okay, I'll walk, then!
I'm only seven kilograms on his back, not a problem, then it does not
too hot. I leave the yard to the airport, across the courtyard and crossed the
grid. Right there, a taxi driver sleeps in a hammock installed
the back of his scooter. When he sees me, he stands up like a spring
and almost falls from the hammock. We laugh.
- Hello.
- Hello, where do you go?
- Uh, in the center.
- Two dollars, okay?
I ship, glancing back to see if there is not another
traveler to board to share the race. But no, they all took
a ticket. It gets under way. The wind was gentle on the skin, small
barracks, motor scooters, the town parade. In the reverse, the driver
throws me glances. I have this conditioned reflex and quite inappropriate for me
wary of men who look at me. It is not after my femininity, but in my
strangeness.
- Where are you going?
- I want a cheap guesthouse.
- Oh, it's hard! Luang Prabang is now become very expensive!
Fifteen dollars a night!
- Fifteen dollars! It is not possible!
- Yes, yes! It's very expensive!
- And you do not know a small guesthouse outside the center, a
cheap?
- Yes, yes, I know one. But I do not know if they have room. We will see
.
He joined a small alley towards the river and let me
to a quiet house with a beautiful garden in which two young women
wash the sheets. Beside them, sitting on low stools, two older women
prepare a salad of papaya in a mortar.
- You have a room?
- How many people?
- A.
- ... We have rooms to twelve dollars.
- Twelve dollars is too expensive for me. I am alone ...
- Well, then five dollars.
She smiled. I smiled. It's so nice to negotiate in these conditions
.
The room has a window overlooking the River. We hear the screams of excited children
who swim in the rapids. As I hang the screen
, sobs shaking me gently. That's it, I'm here.
I'm back. I'm still alive, I have everything crossed. I'm here with my strength and my
smoothly.

Eat at the same place four years ago, near the Mekong, as
to verify that the same place, and I the same person.
The same young waiter. His English and my lao still bad. He has now his own
guesthouse next to her mother. He tells me
few words I note in my notebook. We talk tourism.
- UNESCO World Heritage! Many, many tourists
now!
He laughs. So me too.