Abby and my brief stop in Vientienne was just enough. We had a great time walking around and checking out the sights, but after our “enchanting” Luang Phabang experience and with Cambodia looming, we were anxious to get to our next stop.
Our first night we went down to the Mekong and checked out all the hundreds of food carts lined up and down the river bank. Vendors were frying up Mekong Fish and other street meat items on portable grills and stoves and serving them to folks lined up at nice candlelit, table-cloth-draped seating areas by the river. Despite our immediate attraction to the ambiance, my hypochondria and over-cautiousness about protecting my ‘falong’ stomach kicked in as I passed the cooking areas and noticed no ice for fish or meat, cleavers dripping with mystery goo, and rotting eggs.



