Mekong Expedition 
2008

Riding elephants in Luang Prabang

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Luang Prabang is a very likeable town and I ended up staying five days. I stayed in a hotel called the Apsara, the most upmarket place I'd stayed in so far, but worth every penny with a gloriously comfortable bed and artistically designed rooms.

Apsara Hotel, Luang Prabang. Worth every penny!

Apsara Hotel, Luang Prabang. Worth every penny!

Wat Xieng Thong is Luang Prabang's most famous temple, with a interesting form of wall decoration using mirrored tiles - rather like what you'd find on a disco ball. The light reflects off the tiles as you walk past to give a shimmering effect.

Mirrored tiles

Mirrored tiles

The main street is a lot of fun with endless craft shops, restaurants, and in the evening a night market. Luang Prabang has clearly benefited from being a UNESCO World Heritage Site: development is tightly controlled, with all the businesses following a set of rules; for example all shop signs are traditional and made from wood, not neon.

Night market in Luang Prabang

Night market in Luang Prabang

I also went on a very cool trip to an Elephant Park run by a company called Tiger Tours . We took a pickup truck about an hour out of Luang Prabang to get there. It's set in beautiful countryside. We crossed over a river to where the elephants were resting. Then you climbed up onto a platform to get on the elephants, quite a long way up. There's a (reasonably) comfortable seat rather like a park bench, and I also tried sitting on the neck of the elephant, which is a very strange feeling with the elephant shifting around below you!

Being sprayed by an elephant

Being sprayed by an elephant

Afterwards we fed the elephants bananas. They eat three or four at a time including skins and stalks. They have big sloppy tongues. Apparently elephants eat 200kg of food per day.

Feeding my elephant

Feeding my elephant

Happy elephant

Happy elephant


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