A crossroads of culture: Conquered by the French, yet brimming with the livelihoods of the Laos people.
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I went to Vientiane solo, but I wasn’t supposed to.
I went to Vientiane and in those two days when I was there, I pushed myself in more ways than one. I learned in more ways than one.
My friend–and fellow Minnesotan–Tracy and I were supposed to go to Vientiane together. We had one week between the end of our TESOL course and starting at our schools, and since I was (at the time) living right on the Laos-Thailand border, it just made sense. Tracy was placed three hours South of me, so she was going to come up and meet me and we would cross the border together.
Well, things ended up being up in the air with Tracy’s placement, and then she ended up moving placements, so she was unable to come.
We had booked a hotel room, though…and I wanted to go, dammit! So, I packed my bags and headed to Vientiane solo.
I was scared shitless. It was the quickest trip ever–Nong Khai, where I lived, is right on the border, and it’s a thirty-forty minute bus ride from the border to the center of Vientiane. Still–it Continue reading “Vientiane, Oh Vientiane”