After Been There, Don Det Island we went to Pakse. We got tehre jut in time for the Wat Phu Festival. We took a local jumbo tuk tuk with a bunch of girls laughing at us (of course). It took about 2 hours to get there. Once we were there, it was a really cool cultural experience. There were TONS of people and we were the only white people there which meant a lot of people laughing at us and taking pictures of us and kids doing triple takes looking at us. We are used to this though and when they laugh we laugh back, and when they take pics and do triple takes we smile.
We walked up this Buddhist temple lighting incense all the way up. As we were going back down we saw another white guy and ran up to him to ask him about the potential lighting ceremony, which he knew nothing about. BUT interestingly enough, he was there with a monk. So we asked our new friend from Austria if we can ask his monk friend some questions. He said sure and for about half hour the four of us chilled on the rocks of the temple during this festival talking about Buddhism.
Later in the evening the people were setting up for concerts and it seemed like it was going to get crazy at night, but Rachel and I left to get an early start the next day. Our trip back was more local style - crammed into a jumbo tuk tuk next to a nun and a few monks.
The next day we got a motorbike and drove from 8am - 6pm all around the Boulaven Plateau - full of waterfalls and a coffee plantation. On our way back we got caught in a rain storm, Rachel (luckily) pulled over into this village of about 6 bamboo houses and they let us chill there till the rain let up. All of the villagers came where we were to see us and a few little girls remained - who all laughed at us and kept us company till we could ride back to the guesthouse.
We walked up this Buddhist temple lighting incense all the way up. As we were going back down we saw another white guy and ran up to him to ask him about the potential lighting ceremony, which he knew nothing about. BUT interestingly enough, he was there with a monk. So we asked our new friend from Austria if we can ask his monk friend some questions. He said sure and for about half hour the four of us chilled on the rocks of the temple during this festival talking about Buddhism.
Later in the evening the people were setting up for concerts and it seemed like it was going to get crazy at night, but Rachel and I left to get an early start the next day. Our trip back was more local style - crammed into a jumbo tuk tuk next to a nun and a few monks.
The next day we got a motorbike and drove from 8am - 6pm all around the Boulaven Plateau - full of waterfalls and a coffee plantation. On our way back we got caught in a rain storm, Rachel (luckily) pulled over into this village of about 6 bamboo houses and they let us chill there till the rain let up. All of the villagers came where we were to see us and a few little girls remained - who all laughed at us and kept us company till we could ride back to the guesthouse.
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