Paris???...x-cew-see mua...??..non??...Laos.

For a long while, I thought I was sitting in a french cafe having a nice meal...
That kind of atmosphere, the food, the music and the french speaking owner of the restaurant.

If there is anything culturally shocking for me in Laos, that will be the fact that I am not mentally prepared to eat proper high quality french cuisine at a low southeast asian cost.
Not to mentiom there are more than a handful of good restaurant with good service on top of the food itself.

All for US$3 for a meal with drinks serve by a handsome and polite waiter.
That kind of price in singapore probably will only get you a burger in Macdonalds.

I change my plan to do any other kind of culture tour in Laos, after all the temple visiting on the second day. I decide to treat myself better by trying out all the nice restaurant along the main street.

Oh...and did I mention I did a lot of shopping...?

Nice.

Slow Travelling

I travel slow.
Not only because I like to but because I have to.
The past few weeks of lightning-speed travelling has proven to be taxing on me.
Sensitivity experience serious sensory attack without time to response and feedback.
One of the worst thing that could happen when I am travelling is to have NO mood to travel.
I keep travelling without the proper time to digest, to consolidate, to express my thoughts.
It becomes unhealthy like having a serious constipation of thoughts and emotion accumulating somewhere at the back of my brain.
I don't like that kind of feeeling.
Hence, I need to go slow...slower...
Which is what i am trying to do now...
I am that kind of person...
I just need that kind of time.

Yesterday, I enjoy my whole day deciding what to have for dinner.
Today, I spend my whole day to walk around aimlessly.

Finally, I am writing something.