One part 2000 year old mystery, one part Vietnam-era carpet bombing.
Places: Vientiane, Phonsavan & The Plain of Jars.
Coolest thing I did: Walked between two of the Jars sites along a ride pock-marked with massive bomb craters. It's amazing to see just how much life returns to normal. And how much never will.
Coolest thing I didn´t know: The ANZ bank is massive in both Laos and Cambodia. They have ATMs everywhere.
My first night in Vientiane taught me a valuable lesson about splurging after days of cold water and guest houses on a nice hotel room all to yourself - first check if your room happens to share a wall with one of the more lively bars in town. Turns out my sunset view of the Mekong was shared by Bor Pen Nyang on the same floor as me in the next building and they played pretty lose with the 11:30pm curfew for all bars. I kind of needed the sleep after the night bus so I ended up simply sleeping in until lunch time and deciding to not fight it but simply go to the bar the next night and stay there until closing time. An interesting mix of young Laotian kids, backpackers, prosti...sorry, bar girls, and the constantly drunk American men in their late 40s or early 50s that seemed to be everywhere in Vientiane. No "dates" like the older German blokes, they simply seemed to be there to get drunk all day and occasionally utter unintelligible nonsense at anyone close enough. I suspect they're too young to be Vietnam Vets, so I was curious about the story of why there were so many there, but not one of them were in any way conversational, so the mystery remains.
The plus side is before going over I could sit on my own balcony and watch the sun turn red as it sunk below the Thai hills just on the other side of the Mekong River. That's pretty cool.
My sightseeing day of Vientiane started late due to my shared wall with the Bor (which is how I hear South Africans saying "bar" in my head) but that's ok, because there isn't really all that much to see. The nations' most important pagoda is a big gold thing called Pha That Luang, but to be honest after Burma a gold stupa has to be pretty damn awesome to impress me at the moment. The twin Wats (which I think means temple) of Si Saket & Hophakaew have a little bit extra, with the former being home to a surrounding wall covered in niches holding 1000s of ceramic or silver mini-Buddha's and the later being the long term home of the Emerald Buddha that now sits in the Royal Palace in Bangkok.
It seems like when Laos was the big wheel in South East Asia they acquired the town of Chiang Mai (now in Northern Thailand) and along with it the Emerald (really jade) Buddha. It sat in their capital of Luang Prabang for years, until the capital was shifted to Vientiane and it sat nicely in a purpose built Wat in Hophakaew. By then however, Thailand (then called Siam) was the new power in town. The Siamese General Thong Duang (who would later be King of Siam) showed up with his army and sacked Vientiane, took one look at the Emerald Buddha and went "I'm having that". It's been in Bangkok ever since, and is now considered the emblem of Thailand. That's got to hurt a bit if you're from Laos. I'm sure it does.
Far more interesting than the ancient history of course is the recent stuff. A 1km walk out of town takes you to the COPE centre, which has the job of providing Laotians with prosthetic limbs. The reason so many prosthetic limbs are needed is also explained in fairly graphic detail, and like the genocide tour of Phnom Penh it will pull you up a bit. Simply put, for about a decade during the Vietnam war the US air force dropped somewhere north of 2 million tons of bombs over Laos (and to a lesser extent Eastern Cambodia), much of that cluster munitions, which are basically big bombs with hundreds of little bombs inside. Perhaps 25% of these did not detonate on impact, so are still out there somewhere. Farmer, fishermen, all sorts of people have been finding them by accident and losing limbs since. COPE is responsible for finding these people (as many of them in rural areas don't know they can get help) and then fitting and building the limbs and providing physio and training on how to use them. Right at the end is a video of the signing of a UN convention against the further use of cluster munitions, in large part to the far more recent use in the former Yugoslavia in the late 1990s. I was glad to see Australia was one of the first to sign it, and perhaps not surprised neither the US or Russia have.
So in the interests of time I decided to take a Lao Airlines flight from Vientiane to Phonsavan to see the Plain of Jars, mostly to avoid a 12 hour bus ride covering the 250ish km to get here. That tells you something about the state of the roads in Northern Laos. It was a 30 minute flight and mostly clear so you can see out the window at the flat red earth giving way to jungle covered mountains and start to see why it might take 12 hours, as you don't see any paved roads up here. There was a fair bit of cloud over coming in to land and there's nothing like being in a turbo prop in a bumpy landing over mountains on an airline you've only heard of because they made international news last October crashing a plain into the Mekong and killing everyone on board to get the heart started. However we did get a glimpse as the hills and forest end and the plain opens up to the horizon. What you can also make out is bomb craters, even now, making it a bit like the surface of the moon.
The town of Phonsavan is a new creation, with the original village of almost completely destroyed during the 60s by carpet bombing, and it has to be said without the sheer luck of being located next to the Plain of Jars it wouldn't be worth visiting. It's basically one dusty street with a few tour agencies, guest houses and Pho places, and not much else. Add to the fact it's bitterly cold this time of year it doesn't really lend itself to hanging around just enjoying the ambiance. After lunch and getting myself booked on a tour the Laotians kept telling me where the market was, so I thought I should go to the market. If you've been to any 3rd world market, it's much the same, with non-refrigerated meat the main smell and a mish-mash of stuff made in China for sale. The only really interesting bit was watching two blokes trying to buy a live chicken from a young woman with wicker cages full of them. The two guys seemed to be saying things along the lines of "This isn't the best chicken, but I'll take it of your hands for a discount", and her going "Crap! This is the best chicken you'll find here. I should be charging you double!" and a lot of back and forth, mostly involving the chicken being poked in ways that it didn't seem entirely comfortable with.
So on to the Plain of Jars, which is a mystery wrapped inside a 2000 year old sandstone jar. Basically for reasons no-one can fathom, some people (no-one is sure of who) carved hundreds of big stone jars (the largest is taller than me) and placed them in clusters in this one part of Laos. Of course there was no Laos back then, and without any form of written history of contemporary ruins it's left to total speculation as to what the jars were for. The most popular are funerary urns (what you put the ashes of dead people in) amongst the egg heads, however the Laotians seem to like the idea they were filled with Lao Lao (rice whiskey) and there were some massive parties up here in the hills. Not sure if it's more likely, but it's a much better story. They're set in the most spectacular locations, even if your guide will spend a lot of time telling you to avoid the edge of the massive bomb craters everywhere.
The local people are mostly from elsewhere in Laos, with most of the originals fleeing overseas as refugees and they've somehow come to peace with the fact they live in a land strewn with unexploded ordinance (UXO to the bomb nerds in the UN). Apparently every now and then cows will simply stray into the wrong spot and (as the guide explained to me) get turned into hamburger. That's kind of seen as a cost of doing business. The wet season sees three months of constant rain, which tend to uncover more buried munitions so each planting season is a new adventure. So what do these people do? They melt the bomb casings down and make cutlery out of them for sale in home kilns. They also made stuff for the tourists, but I was a little concerned if people were going out and looking for scrap from unexploded bombs in order to make me a key chain in the shape of a dove. I don't know if we want to be encouraging that.
While we were in town the Mine Advisory Group were doing a routine inspection of the school for UXOs before the term starts. The mind boggles at how you rationalise that in your mind as a parent. My only thought is living here must be worth it, perhaps the farmland is especially good, or the tourist dollars help otherwise it seems like a terrible compromise, like those people who live on the slopes of volcanoes in Central America.
You look at the fact there was a bombing of Laos on average every 8 minutes for 9 or so years and wonder what mentality allowed that to seem like a good idea, but the consequences are most likely the furthest from the minds of those planning and executing these things. The Vietnam war was going badly for the Americans because the Viet Cong were constantly able to resupply themselves with Chinese weapons and more men via the Ho Chi Minh trail which ran through Eastern Laos and Cambodia, so the obvious military option (if you're a super power who has built the most devastating war machine in human history) is to simply keep bombing it until it stops. It's the same mentality that allowed the CIA to train local minorities inside Laos to fight against it's own Communist forces and to turn a blind eye when those same minorities buy they're weapons and provisions using money made from growing opium poppies. The politicians give you an objective (keep the Communists out of South Vietnam or Laos) and you do whatever you're allowed to under international law to achieve that objective. An Army that wasn't willing to do whatever it took to win wouldn't actually be a very good army. However, when you see the outcomes, you see all the people suffering and then you STILL won't sign treaties banning the use of weapons that would stop it from happening again then the blame goes squarely at the feet of the politicians. At the end of the day, the soldiers follow their orders.
So having diverted myself off track a little bit to see something you'll only see in Laos it's time to start heading back towards Thailand for the final week in time to get back to Bangkok for my flight home. In one short week it all comes to an end for now.