Southern Laos

We finally arrived in the southern town of Savannakhet in the evening. We wandered around, had some dinner, and talked with the locals, who didn’t seem as though they’d met too many foreigners. Their smiles were powerful and they were some of the warmest and friendliest people I’ve ever met. Except for the kids who tried to beat Rachel up. But they probably just had a bad mother.
Savannakhet looked a bit like cuba wich decaying colonial buildings, the paint peeling off and the shutters falling off their hinges. But it had it’s charm as we walked through the dusty streets. We even had a nice chat with a monk who was at a temple we passed by and wanted to practice his English.