Laost in Translation

Hi! Found internet again, and this time I'm not paying 250 kip per minute!

A few good stories from our first night in Laos:

Marshall and I were warned that Lao people were not very friendly and wouldn't look us in the eye...and found the exact opposite. After checking into a nice guesthouse (for a whopping $10), we walked around the neighborhood and were immediately invited to a local Lao party! They sat us down, fed us dried fish, and poured us BeerLao (the beer of choice here) and LaoLao (local whisky)...and lots of it. They sang kareoke and we tried to communicate with our limited Lao and their limited English...mostly it was just them smiling, nodding, and pushin a laolao cup to our lips. As much as we wanted to participate in local culture, we had to escape or we would have never been able to find our way home.

I'll tell the second story from this night, but you all must promise you won't think I've lost it over here. That night, in our guesthouse, we were visited by a ghost. I woke up at 1am and our doorknob was rattling and shaking. I could hear a faint jingle of keys too. I woke up Marshall and he went over to the door to make sure it was double-latched, and called out that we were in the room. The rattling continued, and he said it was probably the wind. I almost threw up I was so scared...the light shining from under the door showed no feet or anyone standing there...When it quieted down, Mar opened the door to see if anyone was around. There was nobody around at all...but it wasn't windy at all either.