The morning alms giving procession (tak bat) in Luang Prabang is one of the best known ceremonies in Laos. CW arranged the necessities for walkers to participate providing stools, scarves, and sticky rice. Toby provided instructions on proper etiquette (e.g. no shoes), and about 2/3 of the group participated while the remaining third recorded the ceremonies.
The non-givers / documentarians. Those white circles are droplets of water in the air reflecting the flash.
After breakfast, Hung and a third of the group took off to the airport to catch their flight to Siem Reap. The remaining walkers were on a later flight so Toby took us to the top of Mount Phu Si to see the temple there. The weather was a little warmer and a lot more muggy and I was dripping with sweat most of the walk. I had left my day pack in the hotel room with my spare batteries and sweatbands. I rolled the one bandana I had in my pocket to use as a sweatband, but I was still using the lower hem of my shirt to wipe the perspiration from my face.
In addition, I maxed out my camera's memory card, and the second card was back in the hotel room. So I ended up using my iPhone for the rest of the morning's walk.
A representation of the Buddhist earth goddess.
Tuesday Buddha - there is a posture for each day of the week.
Offerings brought by the faithful - made from banana leaves and decorated with marigolds and plumeria.
The completed offerings - also the wicker cages had sparrows in them, to be freed at the altar as the offering.
Returning to the hotel we finished our packing to set the bags outside the door at the designated time and then to the restaurant for lunch. We brought our daypacks with us as we had checked out, settling our bar tab the previous night. Toby escorted us through check-in at the airport and wished us farewell before we headed back through immigration and security.
Our aircraft was a propeller driven plane boarding from the rear — and of course Jonathan and I got seated in row 1 (there was no first class). The plan made a U-turn on the ascent out of Luang Prabang reminiscent of the take-off we experienced leaving Queenstown New Zealand. The broad muddy orange-brown of the Mekong reflected briefly through the airplane windows before leveling off.
We arrived in the slanting sun of late afternoon as we walked across the tarmac in the warm humid air into the terminal to first get our visa-on-arrival, and then through immigrations, the unstaffed customs checkpoint to meet Savy, our Cambodia guide.
Siem Reap sits on a flat plain patched with frequent water covered fields and paddies. The town has expanded to support the resurgent tourist trade with hundreds of hotels build in the last decade. To top that busy-ness off it was also the three-day Water Festival, a national holiday with dragon boat races not far from our hotel. The crowds in the area for the festival looked a bit daunting to me (who dislikes packed crowds — triggers my claustrophobia). Although Alan and perhaps other folks went to check out the festivities, Jonathan and I opted to check out the pool.