Passage of the Bonzes

Coated with chicken Saturday night, we were treated to a new "Disco Session Laotian."This time, the speakers of the evening were three meters from our bedroom window.They had finished their shindig at 23:00! The next morning: standing at the crack of dawn (I like to say "crack of dawn!"), That is to say at 6:00 am. We dress quickly. It's still dark outside. On the sidewalk, two women beautifully dressed and masked expect the passage of Monks. Sitting on a carpet, the beautiful silver bowl containing hot rice, the ladies are preparing to offer their daily pittance Bonzes: rice and bananas. After fifteen minutes, they get to a single file, silently, on the sidewalk. All wear the orange robe surrounded by a yellow belt. Each carries slung a sort of "local Tupperware box woven bamboo" they open before the two women. They pay a big ball of rice in the bowl, a banana ... and the next! They are fifty to scroll and every morning, in procession. They only eat what we want to give them. Tourists can also buy to poor women in rags they will offer some bananas turn to Monks. It has to wash the poor philistines we are all our sins.(Well me, if it works with a banana, I sign on!)

The procession resumed quietly, not a Bonze stops smiling. It must be part of the ritual.Each is supposed to do a prayer for the donor as a thanks but that did not seem to be in use in Luang Prabang. Here, the convoy from 6:30 Bonzes happened and continues its path in the dawn. Once back in their temple, they will eat and pray before leave to attend theological education philososphico-Buddhist. Most Bonzes we met this morning were all aged between 12 and 20 to 22 years ... After these joyful reunions very morning we went back to bed to finally end our night!

Sunday in Luang Prabang, life is a little quieter. We toured the Mount Phousi on top of which was erected a huge stuppa overlooking the entire city. By late afternoon, we make the ascent: 328 steps, and what steps! - To climb to the summit. Here rub all nationalities on the planet. Indeed, all the guides suggest to go watch the sunset from Mount Phousi.



OK! It's good! It's beautiful! Almost as beautiful as needles Cotton Port. What intrigued me is finding a temple below the authentic DCA probably dating from the Vietnam War and in perfect working order. We headed in the dark by another staircase that led us to various Buddha statues all golden. Buddha sitting, standing, lying, hand in the air, the two, with seven heads najas over him to protect him from evil spirits ... short! Hey! Hey!You'll have the Buddha! And we are finally back down to the night market.