ghost

and a snooker hall....

sadly no photo's of the astounding landscape of today's journey...but it was jaw droppingly beautiful...from luang prababnng to phonsavan, a dusty frontier town once again...but then i guess that this area is still full of uxo's and so the beaten path is the only way to go...

but tomorrow the plain of jars and then somewhere a little less busied, a few days of rest to ease my wearied psyche before heading south...looks like a sequence of journeys are approaching...but at the end of them aj and his guitar and a return to the echoes of the neverending jam from varanasi...and all of a sudden i wonder if i do really have enough time...but it's been intriguing so far and i have no reason to think that it will suddenly become less so....

but today only a few photo's and this one i like best...