Luang Prabang is often called the most romantic city in Southeast Asia because of its old penninsula, 32 (!) temples and French charme. We loved the picturesque town immediately. We strolled through the allies, visited temple (only some), marvelled at the sunset and of course walked through the nightmarket. At 5.30 the following morning we dragged ourselves out of bed to give alms (rice and crackers) to the monks. Every morning Buddhist monks collect alms (mostly food) from the believers with their collecting bowl. With the exception of water they are only eating goods that were offered to them. A monk is allowed to collect and consume food only until midday. This teaches the monks modesty and is an opportunity for Buddhists to do a good deed. A bit sleepy we made our way to the Kouang Si waterfall were we refreshed in the many shiny blue pools. Other then that we had to bring our heart beat back to normal as we had an encounter of the reptile kind: in the small bush next to which we intended to put our bag Boris saw a little green snake that was fortunately busy digesting. We never ran down a hill so quickly!


