Laos. In the early morning, I rented a bicycle in Tad Fane to see the town before the heat became oppressive, as it was wont to do. The town looked fairly nondescript, but I figured I may as well see what there was to see as I was there. Not only was it a wonder that the bicycle shop was already open, but people were already out and about. Cows already were in their fields. The roads were fairly flat so I pedaled through and around town. The colors were flying as I bicycled by. The local temples offered colorful art to behold that encouraged me to stretch imagination. (Were we conversing? Was I intruding?) The produce vendors had no less colorful displays. While much of it looked familiar tasting, it often proved otherwise once I tried a bite. Instead of remembering a dusty town, it is the color stimulation that stands out in my mind. Careening around the corners of loosely packed dirt, I couldn’t help but think the locals might think my home town a bid drab.
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