Everywhere we went in Luang Prabang we saw monks.
We also saw, and eat, a lot of sticky rice.
Very early in the morning, these things start to combine, with old ladies gossiping outside their homes.
They give each monk a handful of rice. Serene and sanitary.
There are hundreds of them, and it is very beautiful except for the pushy tourists. As I was standing here at 6am, I saw the Canadian High Commissioner to Singapore. This is not the ideal time to interact with embassy officials, I think.
After a while, the monks start to blend into each other.
Each temple seems to have a pet that walks alongside them.
