Day 2 December 19
People beep their horns a lot here. Problem is, I can never tell if it’s a oh-my-god-there’s-a-bicyclist-right-in-the-way-that-we’re-going-to-hit sort of beep, or a wow–a-white-person-let’s-honk sort of beep. [Added later: there’s also a I’m-an-empty-bus/truck/tuktuk-looking-for-passengers honk]
Saw people planting rice today. It’s so green.
Kids don’t wear pants a lot here. Nudity isn’t any more in fashion here than in the rest of SE Asia, it’s just that diapers aren’t either.
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The end of today finds me in Paksan, or rather, 2km from Paksan. I thought I was in the center, and was a bit surprised, as I expected it to be bigger. But then I went for a short ride around town and found the 2km gravestone. So I guess there’s more to be had. I’ve got my hopes up there will be an internet cafe, we’ll find out tomorrow morning.
I saw a television add which I presume to be gecko resistant paint. I thought having geckos on your ceiling was good luck. Maybe the geckos falling off the wall in the commercial is only a metaphor.
And I saw a bad Chinese kungfoo show dubbed into Lao. Which makes it all that much worse, and more comical, as not only are they speaking a strange, tonal, monosyballic oriental language I don’t understand, but also, the mouths are out of sync.