Anyone who has lived or worked in Laos will understand when we talk about the love-hate relationship we feel with the roads here. Since we started working here in the early 90's there has been tremendous improvement. But getting out to villages in remote areas--and even some major roads to province capitals--still present major challenges.
The picture at the top of this page represents 3 hours of fun! The Lao call it, "kin khao ling"--that is, "eating with the monkeys", an involuntary sojourn in the jungle when its impossible to do anything else. So, in true Lao fashion... just turn it into a picnic or a party!
Two large cement trucks, transporting dry powder to one Laos' many dam projects, had totally blocked the road, bogged down in 60 centimeters of red goo. So, as we waited for a tractor to clear an alternative path around them--and then hook onto each normal vehicle to pull it through the much--we had a party. Great entertainment. Tires spinning and sending up smoke. People pushing and slipping and falling in the mud. Cheers and shouts of encouragement. Music coming from somebody's fancy sound system.
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| Rivers swollen with rain, roads full of mud |
Ruthie pointed out a spiritual lesson I could have learned from the incident (she's pretty good at that): "When you hit a landslide in life, do you fuss and fume, or turn on the music and share the misery with your fellow travelers?"
I said, "I was mostly thinking about how I could use the empty seats in my van to help out a few stranded travelers." (Confession time: I told them they would need to help by getting down in the mud to hook on the cable while I manned the wheel).
Then... the roads in Vientiane! Once a quaint little town with only bicycles, Vientiane is beginning to look like Bangkok during rush hour. In some respects, anyway. Ruthie has confessed to acting like the Romans in Rome. She has taken to driving her motorbike the wrong way down one-way roads. She uses the sidewalk, nicely paved with bricks from a UNESCO project, as a bike lane and parking space.
Then, when we cross the bridge into Thailand, Ruthie observes: "Hey, the roads are much more developed! We sail along. We love divided highways and speed. But we seldom look outside. We are intent on our destination and accomplishing our goals. Do we really see what's around us?"
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| Not all the roads in our life are bad |
Of course, driving our Lao van, the steering wheel is now on the WRONG SIDE. A co-pilot becomes essential if we want to pass anybody. Ruthie asks, "Do we remember that in life it's good to have a companion to help us navigate new situations? Do we realize that while we're driving on the left, our car is still a right hand vehicle? Our perspective isn't the same as a car made for Thailand. We need to humbly ask for help, we need to realize our understanding, as guest-workers, will always be different..."
Pretty good stuff, Ruthie.... Now, am I clear to pass?










