Wat phou

Nae sae muckle as tired, deid düne...

Ah, such a bad pun that one :-)

And so one more coffee on the Mekong and time to move again tomorrow... Wholly different light today, the river a girdle of silver, still and quiet beneath the skies and drifting off towards the soft hills defined horizons. Quiet place.

A cycle to wat phou, enough time to listen to the rice grow whilst feeling that I still move too fast for here. The wat seemed more interesting in the book but it was a nice cycle through the continued linear straggle of the villages along the road...and, at the end, a siva temple, quiet siva place, who'd have thought it...