After having travelled only using means of land transport, it somewhat felt entirely wrong to just hop on an airplane and fly all the way back to Helsinki. Some strange kind of reality was calling me back, a parallel world that naturally just kept on turning around its own axis – of course it wouldn’t stand still just because I had left! But yet I couldn’t help myself but feel bewildered by the fact that I was greeted by snowflakes and a magical late-winter sunrise – hadn’t we left in mid-summer with all leaves in different shades of green?
“Sai cos’è bello, qui? Guarda: noi camminiamo, lasciamo tutte quelle orme sulla sabbia, e loro restano lì, precise, ordinate. Ma domani, ti alzerai, guarderai questa grande spiaggia e non ci sarà più nulla, un’orma, un segno qualsiasi, niente. Il mare cancella, di notte. La marea nasconde. È come se non fosse mai passato nessuno. È come se noi non fossimo mai esistiti. Se c’è un luogo, al mondo, in cui puoi pensare di essere nulla, quel luogo è qui. Non è più terra, non è ancora mare. Non è vita falsa, non è vita vera. È tempo. Tempo che passa. E basta.”
Sometimes, crossing borders changes things quite miraculously – while Laos and Thailand share many things (such as the language coming from the same family), they couldn’t be more different: after a dusty 40-min-ride on a Songthiaw (an open bus with two long benches facing each other), we got to the Thanaleng train station, the one and only in Laos. To finally enter a train again after 5 months of staying in a country without train tracks was – amazing. Definitely my favourite means of transport (next to my own feet).The Thai night train to Bangkok felt like a luxury hotel, the cities we passed were huge and full of lights and life, reminding me of Western metropolises (only bigger). Somewhat it felt like Thailand was even more developed than many European countries, which was really confusing since it is Laos’ neighbour, one of the world’s least developed countries. But in Laos, they did not have a problem with stray dogs! (maybe the Vietnamese took care of that : ))
I stopped taking food pictures as soon as it became clear it would go on like this for the next few months (sandwiches, noodle soup, rice with veggies, sandwiches, noodle soup, rice with veggies, …) The photos are really about the places and memories that are different from the everyday – which was in Phonsavan for five rather unexpected months, except for some small escapades to Sayabouly, Luang Prabang, and Vientiane. Delicious!