Our last day in Luang Prabang was spent visiting the Wat that overlooks the town and sweating profusely. They are not joking about the heat in these countries, and Laos was by far the hottest. I wish I could say I get dewy when I sweat but I don't. I sweat like a hairy fat Frenchman sitting on a beach in the riviera. It's not elegant, feminine or in any way sexy. It's just a mix of unfortunate sweating patterns (top lip, chin, mid stomach range - which ruins any outfit) and lotsa sweat. Gross. So anyhow, that was me on this morning. Climbing a hill in 100% humidity sweating from my chin and mid stomach, ending up soaking through my very light weight shirt by 9 am. Luckily, even though I was not the picture of beauty the view was and that is where everyone was looking.

We are off to Burma/Myanmar (you can make up your own decision about what to call it. I don't care and will use them interchangeably). Internet is probably going to be patchy so I might be going radio silent for a few days. But don't abandon me, I'll be back with many stories.

La voyageuse perdue