First, about the photos.
I've been using Mike's camera since mine was STOLEN (thank you, Mike), and I swear to god I didn't do anything to it, but recently it has been doing strange things (I'm sorry, Mike!). When I take pictures outside, the camera lets too much light in, and the pictures are just white brightness. When I take pictures inside, but still in daylight, they look like this one of Justin peeling a muffin:
When I take pictures at night, with a flash, they look normal, like this picture of our drinks in Vientiane:
So I don't know what to do, except take lots of indoor or nighttime pictures, like this one of all the oranges on the sidewalks of Luang Prabang:
We arrived in Laos a few days ago. They have cheaper wine here. And cheese! Also delicious European-style pastries. This is because Laos was colonized by the French, apparently. And because of something to do with import taxes.
At any rate, it took us a very long time to get from Vientiane, the capitol, to Luang Prabang, which is where we are now.
On the ride, I read some of War and Peace, which we picked up in Chiang Mai, figuring it would take at least two months to read.
But mostly I just looked out the window and at my fellow passengers. It occurred to me how perfectly we are all ourselves. For example, these two faery-like Icelandic girls with their blond blond hair:
(I know, I took their picture while they were sleeping! And now I'm sharing it with the internet!)
If I could've, I would've taken pictures of the landscape; it was breathtaking and terrifying. Through the miles of uninhabited mountains, our crumbling road seemed like the only one in all of Laos, which it almost is. I wish you could've seen it.
I was so excited to arrive in Luang Prabang, a city of winding streets and open cafes.
There is magic in it.