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.