Another bus

There are so many things about Laos (and Asia as a whole) that you cannot capture. Leaving on the 6:30am bus to Luang Prabang – and having to be driven to it in a truck after getting chocolate milk (I know!) to take drugs with – there are people lined up along the roadside. The devout. Every morning, early, the monks leave their monasteries and walk through the streets for alms. These people with so little give food (lots of rice) and I think water.

Dogs play at the side of the road. Cows wander around munching on leaves, on stray bits of grass coming up through the dusty, parched earth. Small fires burn in fields, driveways... I think this might be waste management in rural Laos. Makeshift vehicles drive by carrying grass, wicker walls, people. Life here continues to amaze me: the beauty, the squalor, the smiles, the rules within no rules.