Picture: Luang Prabang Night Market.
After being on the road for over eight months in Asia I slowly became jaded and immune to all the many stimulations of Asia and I slowly became a bit numb. But suddenly while flying the small turboprop machine from Bangkok to Luang Prabang a feeling of pure excitement and joy got hold of me while tremendous cumulus clouds passed my window and the plane dipped a few times due to turbulences. And then, when I saw the mighty Mekong from above again, a feeling of absolute bliss entered my blood stream. I knew I was soon to be back in the magical former Royal Laotian Capital of Luang Prabang. Walking from the plane to the little airport, where my sister Peng was awaiting me, I felt like returning home to a magical place protected by a spell. I felt that I immediately changed to the slow-pace and peaceful rhythm of Laos and its ever friendly inhabitants. I felt the magic of the cumulus clouds, the magic of the lush green hills surrounding this tiny village and the magic of hundreds of intrinsically carved temples. I am sure, if Hergé had to find inspiration for Tin-Tin in Asie, Luang Prabang would have been the archetypical Asian city full of wonders and mysteries. In Luang Prabang I even welcome and love the night, the darkness and the resulting quietness when the blanket of the night hushes all voices and one still feels safe and welcomed. It slowly dawns on me that I have become an “egg” as the Chinese say: white on the outside and yellow (Asian) in the inside. Maybe it is true what my Asian friends tell me: I have become an Asian on the inside.
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