Saymon took me to his farmstay in Luang Prabang . We sit on a chair sipping water while his carpenter was singing loudly and terribly after a Thai song (Thai and Laos languages are similar).
“What kind of music do you like?”, I ask.
“Ah, Laos people often listen to…”
I smiled. This is a tour guide being considerate, thinking I am just exploring Laos culture.
‘No, I mean, what kind of music do YOU personally like?”
“Ah, I like countryside music. I like to stay in a farm when I don’t work. See that mountain top over there? There is trekking route leading to the top, and this area has no traffic noise“.
This reminds me of Mai Châu of Northwest Vietnam or even my home in the central. The window opens up a landscape that looks like a painting, absolutely lovely in a poetic way. Everything is so far yet so close, so strange yet so familiar.
“Do you want to come to a waterfall today?
Waterfall? I have been to another waterfall the other day.
This one is different.
It is okay, I am free today anyway”
When we reached Kuang Xi, standing at the foot of that roaming current of water, a grandiosely refreshing feeling overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes, absorbing millions pieces of water dust soaking my face and shirt, totally let it dominate.
At that moment of being 100% loose, I smiled when I remembered a short conversation we had at lunch with a random person when he commented
“You are lucky to be with him and experience local things in a different way”
To which I did not answer. I feel the same level of luck at that moment as if I were riding in Saigon rain or when I am typing words in the cafe of the low end hostel I stay. But one thing I know for sure is that I want to talk with that random person again.
“I used to be a tour guide too”, he said.
“What made you stop?”
“Because it limits my creativity”
“What are you doing at the moment?”
“I am a chef”
I stopped eating right at the same time he was about to leave.
“You are leaving now?”, I ask.
“Do you come back here?”
“No, I stay in Luang Prabang town”.
“I want to talk with you more. I think you are interesting. Where do you live in Luang Prabang?”
“I will come there to find you”
So I gotta write the last words of this weird post to come to that Blue Lagoon and talk to the chef and finish our abruptly cut conversation, while thinking this must be one of the most incoherent thing I have ever written. A post that makes no sense because the writer never has the intention to.
Blue Lagoon. I will parkour over there in imagination ha ha.