Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Worst Bus Ride Ever and The Buddha Park


Commence The Worst Bus Ride Ever.  We got to the bus station in Luang Prabang, hoping to take the 2 o’clock bus to Vientiane, which wasn’t running until 5 o’clock.  So we sat around at the bus station for hours in the heat.  Then we got on the stifling bus.  It was pretty empty when we got on, so we were hoping to have some room to spread out and get some sleep.  Our hopes were quickly dashed as the bus filled up.  In front of us sat a Lao couple with a baby.  The father sat in front of me.  He is remembered in my journal using choice words that I will not repeat here.  This man wanted everything to be perfect for his bus ride and had very little consideration for anyone else.  He had the people across the aisle close the curtains on their window; he closed his air vent and the air vent behind him (ours, and yes, it was still stifling); and then he reclined his seat to its maximum extent, right into my lap.  These seats were really close together to begin with, and I think his must have been broken because of how far into my space it extended.  I asked him to move his seat up, but instead, he pushed my seat back, similarly crushing the man in the seat behind me.  He sat back down and put his hands behind the head cushion on the seat, leaving his fingers about two inches from my face.  At one point, he even scratched me in the face with his long fingernails.  This all happened before the bus even left the station.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear it, so I asked the man behind me if I could sit next to him.  He was very kind, though we could only communicate through hand gestures.

The bus ride continued to be awful.  A woman across the aisle was vomiting the whole ride because of motion sickness.  Babies were crying, Thai pop music was blasting, and we made about one million seemingly unnecessary stops.  We picked up a man with a rifle.  Yeah, he just flagged the bus down from the middle of nowhere, rifle slung across his back, and got on.  (The Lonely Planet guide book said something about watching out for Hmong guerrillas along the route between Vientiane and Luang Prabang.)  I was incredibly nervous the whole ride.  I thought something terrible was going to happen.  I guess the worst thing that happened was that we had to endure the discomfort and windy roads and everything else for about 12 hours instead of the 8 or 9 hours we were told.  We got into Vientiane at about 5 AM on March 1st.  We took a tuk-tuk into town and looked for a guest house, but couldn’t find one that was open so early, so we ended up staying in a more expensive hotel.  Even though it was so pricey, we were able to stay for the rest of that morning and the following night for the price of only one night.  Needless to say, we hadn’t slept a wink on the bus ride, so we slept for a few hours before waking up for breakfast, showers, and walking around town.  After a mango shake and some noodles, we got on a bus to the Buddha Park.

At the entrance to the Buddha Park was a spherical, pumpkin-like sculpture with three levels.  You could walk inside the open mouth of a giant face and walk up narrow steps to each higher level.  At each level was an inner room with Buddhas and other statues.  As I climbed the levels, I bumped my head on the concrete and then found myself crawling out of a very narrow passageway to get to the outside.  From the top of this structure, however, we could see the whole park.  The sun was throwing some amazing light on it, and the giant reclining Buddha statue was most impressive from above.



We walked back down to explore.  The place was totally bizarre.  It was filled with statues that were pretty creepy.  There was a woman holding a pinwheel embedded with colored glass.  There were small children pointing at each other and brandishing swords, with a robed man standing over them, his hands held up as if to say “Stop!” but with a peaceful expression on his face.  There was a man pulling the leg off a giant cockroach, an elephant standing in a pit of human heads, a monkey and elephant each bowing to a prince and presenting him with scrolls.  There were two characters, one on top with the head of a pig, pulling the hair of the one on the bottom, who was sticking out his tongue.  There was a cupid-like character, a prince and princess holding a serpent, many characters with multiple arms or faces, a three-headed elephant, an alligator, a man with wings, a prince smiling while being swallowed by a fish-like serpent (or serpent-like fish?), a man playing a mandolin.




For some reason, one of my favorites was of a giant standing Buddha-like character, but he had the face of a troll, shoes with teeth, and he was carrying a dead woman who was much smaller than he.  Another one was of a man who appeared to have a snake growing out of the top of his head, and he was sawing it off.  And interspersed throughout the weirdness of this park were totally normal Buddhas, to which people had made offerings of flowers and candles and incense.  I sat in the park, drawing and writing and snapping pictures as the sun shed light all over the crazy statues.



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