Laos.

My last morning in Luang Prabang, I woke at 5am with the roosters. The morning was still fresh and still cool. The monks walked by me on their way to the merit makers. It’s very humbling to be passed by a long line of saffron-robed men and their bowls.

I had only been in Laos for fourteen days, but it was enough to feel the relaxed atmosphere of the country. Laos was a place that I had always wanted to get to, but had never really thought I would see. I had been scared of the threat of bombing and border trouble, but my trip was as far from that as it could have been.