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![Jesse Bradstreet > It would be four days before we would leave Luang Prabang. A very quiet welcoming city that is a fusion of French and Laotian cuisine and tradition. Our first night was spent finding beds (lovely musty room with a window looking out into reception (?) ), a quick loop around the tourist drag, and a teenage, Beer Laos inspired round of 'I've Never'. We had a couple of nights out at various eateries and drinkeries, Lao Lao Garden, Hive Bar, and the Blue Lagoon, to mention a few. On our second night we rejoined forces with Hannah and Kirsty who had opted for a [God let us survive] Fast boat, and enjoyed a posh dinner for little more than the price of Happy Meal. And we quickly realized that the Luang Prabang experience was a far cry from our usual three in the morning adventures. Devoutly Buddhist, Luang Prabang shuts at midnight. Everything. Most guesthouses will shut and lock their doors at midnight. Hannah and Kirsty can attest to this. Restaurants and bars close at midnight. The whole city wakes before sunrise to give alms to the monks. And the only people you'll find on the streets after 12:00am are other tourists searching for a nightcap, or crazy Laotians eager to pry a few kip from any available fools. Namely Steve and Bradstreet. On one of these nights a-searchin for some sort of adventure, a local stopped to ask us for a cigarette. In exchange for said cigarette, Steve and I convinced this fellow to give us a quick ride down the block on his motor powered cyclo. I'm not sure if we looked like easy marks, of if it was Steve pushing me into the back of said fellow while reaching around to tease his hair, but something set the guy off. And for half an hour we stood outside, beside, and inside our guesthouse as this guy pointed at his back tire, mumble-screamed in Laotian, and uttered, over and over again, Money! The conversation was hardly a battle of wits as all parties simply reiterated our points of view until we simply walked off and buddy gave up trying to fleece a couple bucks out of us. But for the rest of Laos I kept my eye out for the stink eye and crooked teeth of scooter man.](http://www.jessebradstreet.com/Travel/Walkabout-06-Laos/DSC00084/126122012_2cgyz-Ti-1.jpg "Jesse Bradstreet > It would be four days before we would leave Luang Prabang. A very quiet welcoming city that is a fusion of French and Laotian cuisine and tradition. Our first night was spent finding beds (lovely musty room with a window looking out into reception (?) ), a quick loop around the tourist drag, and a teenage, Beer Laos inspired round of 'I've Never'. We had a couple of nights out at various eateries and drinkeries, Lao Lao Garden, Hive Bar, and the Blue Lagoon, to mention a few. On our second night we rejoined forces with Hannah and Kirsty who had opted for a [God let us survive] Fast boat, and enjoyed a posh dinner for little more than the price of Happy Meal. And we quickly realized that the Luang Prabang experience was a far cry from our usual three in the morning adventures. Devoutly Buddhist, Luang Prabang shuts at midnight. Everything. Most guesthouses will shut and lock their doors at midnight. Hannah and Kirsty can attest to this. Restaurants and bars close at midnight. The whole city wakes before sunrise to give alms to the monks. And the only people you'll find on the streets after 12:00am are other tourists searching for a nightcap, or crazy Laotians eager to pry a few kip from any available fools. Namely Steve and Bradstreet. On one of these nights a-searchin for some sort of adventure, a local stopped to ask us for a cigarette. In exchange for said cigarette, Steve and I convinced this fellow to give us a quick ride down the block on his motor powered cyclo. I'm not sure if we looked like easy marks, of if it was Steve pushing me into the back of said fellow while reaching around to tease his hair, but something set the guy off. And for half an hour we stood outside, beside, and inside our guesthouse as this guy pointed at his back tire, mumble-screamed in Laotian, and uttered, over and over again, Money! The conversation was hardly a battle of wits as all parties simply reiterated our points of view until we simply walked off and buddy gave up trying to fleece a couple bucks out of us. But for the rest of Laos I kept my eye out for the stink eye and crooked teeth of scooter man.")
It would be four days before we would leave Luang Prabang. A very quiet welcoming city that is a fusion of French and Laotian cuisine and tradition. Our first night was spent finding beds (lovely musty room with a window looking out into reception (?) ), a quick loop around the tourist drag, and a teenage, Beer Laos inspired round of 'I've Never'. We had a couple of nights out at various eateries and drinkeries, Lao Lao Garden, Hive Bar, and the Blue Lagoon, to mention a few. On our second night we rejoined forces with Hannah and Kirsty who had opted for a [God let us survive] Fast boat, and enjoyed a posh dinner for little more than the price of Happy Meal. And we quickly realized that the Luang Prabang experience was a far cry from our usual three in the morning adventures. Devoutly Buddhist, Luang Prabang shuts at midnight. Everything. Most guesthouses will shut and lock their doors at midnight. Hannah and Kirsty can attest to this. Restaurants and bars close at midnight. The whole city wakes before sunrise to give alms to the monks. And the only people you'll find on the streets after 12:00am are other tourists searching for a nightcap, or crazy Laotians eager to pry a few kip from any available fools. Namely Steve and Bradstreet. On one of these nights a-searchin for some sort of adventure, a local stopped to ask us for a cigarette. In exchange for said cigarette, Steve and I convinced this fellow to give us a quick ride down the block on his motor powered cyclo. I'm not sure if we looked like easy marks, of if it was Steve pushing me into the back of said fellow while reaching around to tease his hair, but something set the guy off. And for half an hour we stood outside, beside, and inside our guesthouse as this guy pointed at his back tire, mumble-screamed in Laotian, and uttered, over and over again, Money! The conversation was hardly a battle of wits as all parties simply reiterated our points of view until we simply walked off and buddy gave up trying to fleece a couple bucks out of us. But for the rest of Laos I kept my eye out for the stink eye and crooked teeth of scooter man.
![Jesse Bradstreet > It would be four days before we would leave Luang Prabang. A very quiet welcoming city that is a fusion of French and Laotian cuisine and tradition. Our first night was spent finding beds (lovely musty room with a window looking out into reception (?) ), a quick loop around the tourist drag, and a teenage, Beer Laos inspired round of 'I've Never'. We had a couple of nights out at various eateries and drinkeries, Lao Lao Garden, Hive Bar, and the Blue Lagoon, to mention a few. On our second night we rejoined forces with Hannah and Kirsty who had opted for a [God let us survive] Fast boat, and enjoyed a posh dinner for little more than the price of Happy Meal. And we quickly realized that the Luang Prabang experience was a far cry from our usual three in the morning adventures. Devoutly Buddhist, Luang Prabang shuts at midnight. Everything. Most guesthouses will shut and lock their doors at midnight. Hannah and Kirsty can attest to this. Restaurants and bars close at midnight. The whole city wakes before sunrise to give alms to the monks. And the only people you'll find on the streets after 12:00am are other tourists searching for a nightcap, or crazy Laotians eager to pry a few kip from any available fools. Namely Steve and Bradstreet. On one of these nights a-searchin for some sort of adventure, a local stopped to ask us for a cigarette. In exchange for said cigarette, Steve and I convinced this fellow to give us a quick ride down the block on his motor powered cyclo. I'm not sure if we looked like easy marks, of if it was Steve pushing me into the back of said fellow while reaching around to tease his hair, but something set the guy off. And for half an hour we stood outside, beside, and inside our guesthouse as this guy pointed at his back tire, mumble-screamed in Laotian, and uttered, over and over again, Money! The conversation was hardly a battle of wits as all parties simply reiterated our points of view until we simply walked off and buddy gave up trying to fleece a couple bucks out of us. But for the rest of Laos I kept my eye out for the stink eye and crooked teeth of scooter man.](http://www.jessebradstreet.com/Travel/Walkabout-06-Laos/DSC00084/126122012_2cgyz-S-1.jpg "Jesse Bradstreet > It would be four days before we would leave Luang Prabang. A very quiet welcoming city that is a fusion of French and Laotian cuisine and tradition. Our first night was spent finding beds (lovely musty room with a window looking out into reception (?) ), a quick loop around the tourist drag, and a teenage, Beer Laos inspired round of 'I've Never'. We had a couple of nights out at various eateries and drinkeries, Lao Lao Garden, Hive Bar, and the Blue Lagoon, to mention a few. On our second night we rejoined forces with Hannah and Kirsty who had opted for a [God let us survive] Fast boat, and enjoyed a posh dinner for little more than the price of Happy Meal. And we quickly realized that the Luang Prabang experience was a far cry from our usual three in the morning adventures. Devoutly Buddhist, Luang Prabang shuts at midnight. Everything. Most guesthouses will shut and lock their doors at midnight. Hannah and Kirsty can attest to this. Restaurants and bars close at midnight. The whole city wakes before sunrise to give alms to the monks. And the only people you'll find on the streets after 12:00am are other tourists searching for a nightcap, or crazy Laotians eager to pry a few kip from any available fools. Namely Steve and Bradstreet. On one of these nights a-searchin for some sort of adventure, a local stopped to ask us for a cigarette. In exchange for said cigarette, Steve and I convinced this fellow to give us a quick ride down the block on his motor powered cyclo. I'm not sure if we looked like easy marks, of if it was Steve pushing me into the back of said fellow while reaching around to tease his hair, but something set the guy off. And for half an hour we stood outside, beside, and inside our guesthouse as this guy pointed at his back tire, mumble-screamed in Laotian, and uttered, over and over again, Money! The conversation was hardly a battle of wits as all parties simply reiterated our points of view until we simply walked off and buddy gave up trying to fleece a couple bucks out of us. But for the rest of Laos I kept my eye out for the stink eye and crooked teeth of scooter man.")
It would be four days before we would leave Luang Prabang. A very quiet welcoming city that is a fusion of French and Laotian cuisine and tradition. Our first night was spent finding beds (lovely musty room with a window looking out into reception (?) ), a quick loop around the tourist drag, and a teenage, Beer Laos inspired round of 'I've Never'. We had a couple of nights out at various eateries and drinkeries, Lao Lao Garden, Hive Bar, and the Blue Lagoon, to mention a few. On our second night we rejoined forces with Hannah and Kirsty who had opted for a [God let us survive] Fast boat, and enjoyed a posh dinner for little more than the price of Happy Meal. And we quickly realized that the Luang Prabang experience was a far cry from our usual three in the morning adventures. Devoutly Buddhist, Luang Prabang shuts at midnight. Everything. Most guesthouses will shut and lock their doors at midnight. Hannah and Kirsty can attest to this. Restaurants and bars close at midnight. The whole city wakes before sunrise to give alms to the monks. And the only people you'll find on the streets after 12:00am are other tourists searching for a nightcap, or crazy Laotians eager to pry a few kip from any available fools. Namely Steve and Bradstreet. On one of these nights a-searchin for some sort of adventure, a local stopped to ask us for a cigarette. In exchange for said cigarette, Steve and I convinced this fellow to give us a quick ride down the block on his motor powered cyclo. I'm not sure if we looked like easy marks, of if it was Steve pushing me into the back of said fellow while reaching around to tease his hair, but something set the guy off. And for half an hour we stood outside, beside, and inside our guesthouse as this guy pointed at his back tire, mumble-screamed in Laotian, and uttered, over and over again, Money! The conversation was hardly a battle of wits as all parties simply reiterated our points of view until we simply walked off and buddy gave up trying to fleece a couple bucks out of us. But for the rest of Laos I kept my eye out for the stink eye and crooked teeth of scooter man.
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