Baby when the lights...go out

Something unprecedented happened in Luang Prabang yesterday. It rained in April.

You could tell from the morning that it was grey and overcast. Then at about 2ish the wind set in. I was eating and chatting with a girl called Lenny from Norway, and she said 'this is what it was like in Indonesia before the rain hit'.

We decided to see if we could get back to our hostels before it hit, but on the way we passed a mad Lao family who were having some kind of New Year beer celebration outside their shop and we were dragged in to join the festivities. Sure enough, soon the heavens opened. We were stuck, they kept pouring us more and more beer and there was no way we could go out in that torrential downpour.

Or could we?

Sod it, after a few minutes we dumped our bags in the shop and ran out into the middle of the rain, dancing with everyone else. It only took about 2 seconds flat to get completely soaked.

Then the electricity went off....the music stopped and all the lights went out, pretty much calling an end to the party. We wandered home to get showers and then meet up later for dinner but when I got back there was no water because of the eipc waterfights...and even if there had been, I couldn't see what the hell I was doing. The electricity had gone out at the hostel to.

So in the end, I spent the evening drinking beer by candlelight with most of the other people back at the lodge.

Tis a hard life...but someone has to do it!

Today I'm off to lunch at Tamarind which has had rave reviews from some of the people I've spoken to here. They also do cooking classes, so if that's not too expensive I'll book one for tomorrow and take lots of lovely piccies for you guys.