Slow. That’s the first word that comes to my mind when I think of Laos. Slow. Languid. Time standing still. I spent three to four days in Luang Prabang, a tiny town with one main road and a handful of arterial roads. To revive myself and make time move faster I rented a bicycle and...

Sunrise and sunsets are as common as breathing. There is a certain comfort in knowing that the sun will rise and set every day without fail. It’s the rhythm of life. But somehow they are glorified when on vacation (I have seen many a beautiful sunset right outside my apartment). When Smits prompted me to...

Every South East Asian country is known for street food. While most of them have similar snacks, there are always a couple of them that are unique to the country. In Vietnam, it was rice paper rolls. In Laos, it was roasted bananas. Who thought of roasting the humble banana?! Such a simple yet delicious...

It was 5.30 am and I was standing on the roadside in the heart of Luang Prabang. I had just landed and was sleepy, hungry and restless.

From Luang Prabang, we traveled onwards to Phonsavan. This was a last minute choice for ease of connectivity.

I have not known the meaning of true tiredness for a long time until today. But then bicycling 60km is not a joke. I even doubted if I was up to it. But K/G said we must give it a shot after our newer fitness levels and I thought yes we should. So we set...

A good night’s sleep restored my tired limbs and muddled senses. Since we had not planned on anything concrete today we took bicycles again and went around town. Visited a couple of Wats or temples. The highlight of the day was cycling all the way to Ban Pho, which is a village of weavers. The...

The rain has finally tired itself out I think. Yesterday it poured the whole day with alternating strength. But I hired a bicycle for 10,000 kip (a little more than $1) for half a day and a blue poncho that says “Shower Attack.” After equipping myself with these items I had lunch at a vegetarian...

This latest trip was long due. Well, by my standards. Its been more than five months since I went anywhere and the travel bug had started biting badly. So here I am in Vientiane, the capital of Laos, which most people mistake for Lagos in Nigeria. A sleepy town, its hard to believe that its...