Before my evening flight tonight I have some time to wander the Rues looking at shops. Everywhere in Laos, the women wear an elegant, long skirt called a sinh. I thought one would make a nice souvenir, though finding one to fit my western shape proved troublesome. Last night I stumbled on a small back-street tailor. They had a lovely piece of cloth, and overnight they whipped up my very own sinh.
I’m going to miss the relaxed atmosphere and pace of life in Laos. Although I have learnt so much in the past week, I feel that I have barely scratched the surface of what there is to know.