An early morning run through the meandering streets of Luang Prabang always landed me in the morning markets. From 5am the chit chat of locals exchanging stories & selling their fresh produce. I never tired of this scene … I could wander for hours taking in the sights while listening to their banter … not understanding a word they said but their intentions where clearly conveyed through their gestures & facial expressions. After this cultural fill … I would race off to meet Gaye at the Fruit shake ladies …. For some, its not a simple life, our favourite fruit shake lady had a family and 3 children. She started her stall at 4.30am and finished at 10pm every night, but every time we saw her, she had a smile on her face. Her eldest daughter helped her in the stall. Her two youngest busied themselves around the market area.
Don’t fight reality!