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Laos? What '? Where '? Why '?
Asked Questions 'to legitimate who accompanied me at the border, but sadly I gave a farewell to China and I was about to set foot in South East Asia (aka Indochina that does a lot more' guerrilla).
So that morning start in December opened a new chapter of viaggione after boiling Siberia, the deserts and grasslands Mongolia and China funanbolica he placed carefully in the bottom of the backpack Scarpaccia holes and pulling out two flip-flops already 'sweaty I entered Indochina emergency exit from the country that no one expects, nobody knows where 'and that is always cut off from the hit and run routes.
Laos and 'one country to ultra relaxed and unhurried (Lao PDR = Please Do not Rush!), Where everything is taken slowly and time passes slowly; Zacco in a hammock in the shade 30 degrees everyday it is hot but not too much and is officially good, that peace 'you say, "Well it took so long? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah polleggio now I own that I need ..."
After Indiana Jones here in China for a while 'I did Indiana Jones retired!
It is not to say that 'I spend time to rest, but everything happens automatically in Laos, without realizing it, even if not watch out after a while 'you forget that you are traveling on the calendar and see that they are already' past three weeks and say "Oh yeah? What have I done in 3 weeks? Oh no fire in me I have to leave sgaggiare!"
History of Laos and 'that of a buffer state, horn and blow through the centuries, and attacked and colonized by anyone: Cambodia Vietnam Thailand Burma China France and the United States all one after another they killed a little' premises, the fact warmongers and their social experiments using geographical position and trying to solicit these lazy Laotians, who have very little in a hurry, just give him a little 'rice beer and a hammock and they are happy!
exists today an alleged communist imported from Vietnam, communism which no one strafrega and enriching the pockets of the usual powerful and so many others who left on foot, without haste, they live in huts made of bamboo 'and chickens running around behind the cows and pigs, cats, chickens naked children in these villages.
Beerlao drinking, beer party, and watching trash TV in Thailand, Laos goes into the future and hope that visitors get tired of the Thai and Vietnam and begin seriously to bring dollars into their caneste in palm leaf, which will change 'this whole country, damn Yankee!
atmosphere and Laos 'a real mix of exotic styles, the most' beautiful 'thing seems more pure and true, not yet inflated by modernity' and tourism extreme that is gnawed his cousins \u200b\u200bViet and Thai ... so you can enjoy the Indochina that was the real one, with its poor roads, a very simple life, poverty, 'people calm and stress light years away ... Anyway this whole
polleggiatezza you like me to rest sitting on its laurels?
Naaaah! Of course I rested a lot, 'I read so much, as usual, I met a lot of people, but I still continued my way to the trip and I finally got some leap of faith! A
Luang Prabang, a beautiful colonial town in the north with thousands of Buddhist temples, the Mekong and French buildings in the background, after the typical banana pancake breakfast (yeeeah) and coffee '(ah' s true that There is the coffee '!), I thought "Yes ok,' and so the 'too easy ... at least there was some difficulty in China,' a little 'casino, I was left to myself, but here everyone speaks English, c 'and' western food and all help you and tell you how to travel and explore the country ... no no I'm bored ... " then a transition to the Chinese market which sells everything enlightened me ... from then I started traveling in skateboarding!
One skate toy for children accompanied me in the ups and downs of the long road to the south, and between a hitch and the other was entering final and triumphant in the tiny villages to 5 per hour on this skate China, and all that if the village laughed at great seeing this idiot in white hovering over un'aggeggio plastic!
And all the thousands of children who ran after me as if I were the last km of the Olympic marathon, ten thousand screaming and helooooo tenchiuuuuuu! Yeeeah!
Thanks guys, without you I would not have done it!
Really, really fun, but unfortunately 'I once exaggerated and making towed by a motorcycle I accelerated too much and I have melted a wheel! End of the game ..
From then on the skate and 'became the symbol of the slow travel philosophy, as well as' the scepter modern idiocy, and I was still proud to bring together a thousand smiles to the villages quite surprised by my passage, who welcomed me with joy and joy (and perhaps a bit 'of compassion)!
Sometimes I found myself in remote villages where I first sighted children who were fleeing to their heels as if they had seen the devil himself, and often there is' taken a fair bit of time to gain the friendship of these indigenous , but the best as always 'in the challenge, and with some raspberry, two words in Lao and some' juggling often emerged victorious and full of friends (and sometimes drunk)!
to Phongsavan Then I rented a motorcycle and riding my Fekon Korean Red I went in search of the craters left by bombs dropped nicely millions of Americans during the war in Vietnam, many of these unexploded bombs and still leave a legacy 'of landmines scattered across the country, so dear to Mark if you see not to go pee behind a bush or jump in the air!
Unfortunately there is no 'time to laugh, but the Laotians are Buddhists and took everything with the right philosophy, so no hard feelings, so they use the remains of bombs and missiles as ornaments in their houses or huts to collect' water needs of 'virtue'!
Vientiane, the capital, and 'little more' big Reggio Emilia, and way of life is not 'far away from the rest of the country wakes up with the chickens that sing out of tune and then a lot of scooters that are easy to markets , small shops and (the more 'privileged) to air-conditioned offices to pass yet another hot day, almost no nightlife, also because 'lao music, I must say, and' really terrible!
My guesthouse was rotten in the worst way, frequented by shady characters, who were among the easy life in Thailand, and beautiful women (but with the man's voice), and Thailand if you can afford it, and then importing the side less romantic ...
Even so hitchhiking, sometimes hard sometimes adventurous, among which is a Dutch and 'Amsterdam-Bangkok made on his family mercedes 90 years in the cargo bed and above the 100 km of dirt road next to the Ho Chi Minh Trail in the south, where I had walk wade rivers without bridges, walking under the scorching sun of the tropics to the villages really-fucked and malnourished, until when I was rescued by a tractor that went through the forest at night fraught with pitfalls, risking branches in the eye and to remain planted in swamps with mosquitoes cannibals!
arrived at the village at 22 I thought it was over, but I was in the middle 'way .. then spent the night drinking with the natives filthy Lao whiskey dawn I got the transition more 'sensational: a huge amphibious truck that brought civilization to the' two giant trees just sawed by hand, and there for 3 hours with my heart in my throat on this tank we were destroying their way all that opposed us, and when the driver motioned me to lay my head one second after a huge trunk of bamboo 'and' flew a foot from my ear ... Meeeeerda! I
cold sweat, and kissed the ground when he lands, for the umpteenth time to frame an experience, except in the ass and underwear to change!
great, on the road again, adrenaline runaway, never ceases to amaze me more and I do not know 'what to expect from the next adventure!
I spent New Year on an island on the Mekong polleggiato Meego (4000 islands), nice, quiet and silent, barefoot in the company of Australians, Australian and Dutch of my stepmother, a designer of 50 years whom I met on the island, and I had known in China 3 months before!
We know the beautiful coincidences always increase the degree of enthusiasm, so the party continues in my head (pardon the rhyme) and every night in a thousand sunsets over the Mekong, I think the art of travel, and I am glad I think the past, present and future meet and between questions and answers that I make my inner sense of fullness with me in this triumphant true selfishness explicit in my temples, and made alive by the daily adventures from moments of calm and peace .
Am I going crazy?
Freedom '!
I left that morning in early January Laos sweating I looked back and saw these four weeks you can fly with a sigh, and I do not think I know more 'that yardstick hold: minutes, days or months? Kilometers or centimeters? What
'that continues to give me the charge? What am I looking for?
Ah 'response and the true' in my aphorisms: does not matter where you arrive, but where parties, and are not looking for myself, but everything else ...
va'cagher Mo ... dear Marco aka Skeggia aka caz that you like: we stay in the middle!
Oh I forgot: Cambodia next stop, I'm writing from the chaotic mess and Phnom Penh, at last the life of the metropolis!
Yo!
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