Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Chapter the Second: Phonsavanh and the Plain of Magic Jars



View from the hotel room, Phonsavanh






How many times must I tell you - DON'T play with weapons at the breakfast table




Souvenir bomblet outside a shop

A pleasant pheasant, a former squirrel, and a bag of horse eggs





and a rare, um...



The rich can afford lawnmowers



Toni & Guy, Phonsavanh Central.



Walk Safely in Laos 101



Jar lid. Most were destroyed by looters probably hoping for treasure inside jars. Few lids can be seen now because they have sunk into the mud during the annual monsoons.


they missed this treasure



Ancient Buddhist stupa destroyed by looters



and many with bullet holes



Swallow trap. Laotians are fond of eating pickled swallows.



In the 70s war these trenches were covered by greenery. Agent Orange fixed that. They still can't grow much here, even grass.


Right lid, wrong jar. Replaced not too long ago for the benefit of tourists




Probably placed here last week? If it had been here since the 70s it would have sunk into the mud during wet seasons, surely...




bomb crater



Slash-and-burn agriculture in the distance. Fires often cause concealed UXOs to explode. This path was typical of the cattle paths we followed along ridges - our 'steer trek' ho ho




Now, which side of the white markers was it safe to walk...? Er...



Exotic foreigners to perve on



Damn, I forgot to bring a straw.



Dropped and smashed by the CIA helicopters in the '70s

Handy Woolies enviro-friendly carry-baskets for your take-away chook

The Lao Bar Association, Phonsavanh. Every building here is new since the 70s.




This Phonsavanh hotel souvenired a jar to save visitors the bother of going out to the countryside



Flashest house in Phonsavanh

Typical govt department




Laos Airlines

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