Saying one thing…
Visiting temples and museums in Luang Prabang, Laos.
I needed to get out of Vang Vieng.
I started feeling like I’d been saying one thing and doing another. Saying that I just want a relationship and sleeping with guys who I probably shouldn’t be. Saying that I’m not just on this trip to drink but spending my entire time going out. Saying that I need to be independent and instead following friends.
And at some point I was sitting at a group full of boys and realized that I’d kissed them all, made out with one of them, and slept with another. And it kind of made me want to reassess some of my recent choices.
So I kind of needed to step back from it all. I needed some time to detox, to not drink or kiss. I needed some time to think.
And so I left everyone behind to spend a few days, by myself, in Luang Prabang.
It seemed like a good place to go. People warned me that there was no night life there. Something that I was ready to revel in. I’d heard it was beautiful. I was looking forward to some quality me time and some peace.
My first night was rough though. The bus trip was bumpy and made me sick. Every time I looked out of the window I thought how beautiful Laos is. The landscape is amazing. But unfortunately I had to keep my head buried in my lap. We were dropped off who knows where in town and got lost trying to figure out where the main road was. I walked around forever with some people from my bus (who, coincidentally, happened to include the Australian couple who got me home safely that one night in Vang Vieng). When we finally found what we were looking for we stopped at every guest house and they were all either full or way too expensive or both. My purse broke. I couldn’t get wi-fi to work anywhere.
I ended up settling on a room that was decent enough for $20 a night. Which is a lot. But I was tired. And had to pee. So I took it.
And the next day I pretty much exhausted everything there was to do in Luang Prabang. I visited some temples, the palace museum, walked along the river…