Luang Prabang was the end of the line for the slow boat. For the first time in Laos the French influence in the country was becoming noticeable. Kids would play bowles at the side of the street, baguettes with laughing cow cheese were on sale everywhere, dual signage was in French and Lao and cafès lined parts of the main street. Making it stranger was that all this was mixed up in a very asian town.
I really liked Luang Prabang. The night market here was fantastic, lots of temples and the people were really nice. "Sabadee :-)" (Hello) everybody would say to eachother - much more so than Thailand - felt a little like home in that repect.
In the center of town was a temple up high on a hill that we climbed. Sure, the temple was nice, but even more interesting was that there was an old Russian anti-aircraft gun on the top of the hill - a hangback from the days of communism.
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