OK, one country down, three to go. We left Thailand on a six-person speedboat headed down the Mekong to Luang Prabang…

Just before setting out. A group of young monks came and sat with us as we waited.

The lack of blurriness in this shot is likely an indication that we had broken down...again.

Waterfall and swimming hole outside of Luang Prabang

The view from one of Luang Prabang's million cafes. Check out the European architecture of the buildings across the street. Thank you, French imperialists. This is pretty much the view I had all week--the main street from a coffeeshop.

After a few days spent enjoying the slow pace of Luang Prabang, we hopped on a minibus and headed east to Phonsavan to visit the famed Plain of Jars, which should really be named Plain of Nothing Exciting.

Heading through the mountains to Phonsavan. It took about seven hours to drive 200 km, by the way.

These huts served as our scenery for the length of the drive.

Plain of Jars, Phonsavan. Pretty much the Lao version of Stonehenge--thousands of mysterious stone jars spread out through the province.

This may be the first photo I have of Jeanette pretending to use an ancient artifact as a toilet, but it is not the last. Just wait until Cambodia.

The capital of the province until the Vietnam War, when American bombs devasted eastern and southeastern Laos.

This stupa contains the remains of the provincial king.

Oh, technology, reaching remote southeast Asian villages.

The main street that runs through Phonsavan. Yeah, it's hoppin'.

The key for our guesthouse was attached to a tiny bomb! What!