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May 4, 2012 - Laos - Day 3 - Island Jungle Trek

Woke up this morning to the lovely sound of drums played by the Buddhist monks, it is a signaling request to the villagers that they would be glad to receive offerings. We went for a buffet breakfast and ate our fill in preparations for today’s trek into the jungle to the nearby Hmong and Khamu villages. We met up with David, Brian, Any and Martina and started our trek just after 10:30am. In the heat of the day we trekked an hour in to a village that offered us clear mountain water, running through a cave situated just on the outskirts of...

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May 3, 2012 - Laos - Day 2 - Bombshelter Caves

Current population of just over 700 locals the village feels very small and quaint. One of the earliest Tai principalities in Laos was centered at Muang Ngoi. By the 12th century AD there were settlements in the area that were part of a chain of Tai Mueangs along the Nam Ou River. The current town dates from the 15th century and is the old district capital. In 1713, Chao Intasom, son of the first king of Luang Prabang, halted his army in Muang Ngoi to prepare for an attack on his nephew Chao Ong Kham, who succeeded the king. It was here...

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May 2, 2012 - Laos- Day 1 - Welcome to Laos!

We woke up at 4am and headed out the door by 5am to catch a bus from Dien Bien Phu towards the borders between Vietnam and Laos, excited to be leaving Vietnam. The ride took us over very bumpy dirt roads that ascended and descended through the mountainous ranges, this time however we all had our own seats and we were not over crowded, sharing the bus with only a handful of locals. Wonderful views during the trip, an abundance of road work greeted us at almost every curvy corner of the road. No a/c was available so we opened our windows...

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Dec 7, 2009 - how diddly doodly

I AM GOING TO KILL A FREAKING ROOSTER every morning they crow for hours on end, starting at like 5. sometimes the turkeys join in. grrrrr. i want to sleep in!!!!! I forgot to tell you about my magic moment at the project. we were all sitting around the camp fire and i was forced into playing love story on the village guitar. (sara had to be my capo!) it was all going good and i was nearing the end. By this time, the fire had turned into hopeless embers, seeming like it was dead. Then, when i strummed the last chord the fire magically relit...

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