Day 30
Day 30: when we ran across this hand-lettered sign in Pak Beng. There's just something nostalgic about hand-lettered signs.
Day 29
Day 29: when nine hours on the Mekong proved to be worth the time and cost. I didn't even multi-task for the most part - I just stared at the scenery.
Day 28
Day 28: when this bus got us to Thailand. Finally!
Day 27
Day 27: when we saw a billion decked-out elephants at an otherwise overly-decorated wat. It was a pretty wat, but as my mom would say, it was "busy." The elephants, on the other hand, were mostly white with just a little embellishment and they all looked really happy to be there.
Day 26
Day 26: when I realized I'd just spent the last three months in communist countries where abstract art was rarely seen. (Pictured: sculpted hands in hell at the White Temple. The detail in this whole section was amazing - note the red fingernail!)
Day 25
Day 25: when we ran across a communal line-dancing party at the Saturday night market in Chiang Rai. Wats and museums and ruins are all well and good, but scenes like this make me so happy to be traveling.
Day 24
Day 24: when I was wandering through the Chiang Mai Sunday night market on my own, and I ran across what appeared to be a Junior Star Search competition. These two were doing an amazingly awesome imitation of the dance scene from Pulp Fiction (with different music, and I'm sure that's not what they were imitating).
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