Despite having an international airport, and being one of Laos’ (Laoses? Laos’s?) premier tourist destinations, Luang Prabang is quite a small place. With that in mind we again found ourselves on a couple of classy sit up and beg bikes to tour the temples. As you might expect, the temples were pretty much the same as others we’d seen, but one did have days of the week Buddhas (that’s Caroline next to Friday…)
Wondering how I was going to explain someone pinching one of the bike locks we’d rented, we explored the limits of the city, quickly realising the roads either went nowhere or were too busy to ride on, unless you’ve got a death wish. I also found out that cheap plastic ponchos actually get you wetter on the inside when it rains.
With all that exersion, it was time for a massage and I even put my doubts to one side and joined Caroline (well, it was cheap, and you do have to try new things…). The experience was quite relaxing, with only the occasional bit of pain and only slightly tickly when my feet were done. A few hours later my neck and calf muscles did start to hurt, which I can only put down to the massage!