Even I thought I was out of my mind.
After a couple of days lying on the grass in the hazy egg-yolk-shaped sun of Vientiane, a Southeast Asian Wild West town, though, I was bronzed as a Buddha and ready to haggle in the marketplace for a Siddhartha statue. The real reason Id come here instead of the idyllic beaches of Thailand, such as Krabi and Ko Samet, was classified information. But boy was I tan! My burnt reflection in the mirror, combined with a Spaghetti Western squint, lent me the ephemeral aura of a local.
Actually I was really in Laos to add another country to my laundry list of world conquests. (We all collect places.) I suppose I was also here for a little R and R: Reading and Riting. Occasionally I escaped into the shade of the bars along the Mekong or coughed up some kip (the Laotian currency) for a Beer Lao or a spicy laap (minced meat salad) at the Mixai Eat-Drink Restaurant. The idyll was added to by water buffalo along the banks, the droning of outrageously monotone frogs, and the conversations of devil-may-care travelers, expats, and embassy personnel. Here, as I whacked mosquitoes and listened to backpackers brag about their travels, I found the fading grandeur of the old Indochina. I felt like an old colonialist in my tan Banana Republic khakis and sturdy Rockports, chucked into a charmed land of rice and men.
I had spent a month on an adventurous white-knuckles tour of Vietnam, doing the entire snake-shaped country from Saigon to Hanoi, and was sort of tripping out on my antimalarial Lariam. (I stopped taking it.) As Lariam scrambled my thoughts, paranoia replaced placidity, and occasionally, as an American visiting a former enemy, images of The Deer Hunter came to mind. I also imagined the populace were trying to kidnap me and install me as their king. Lariam had also affected my ability to read: I tried Pico Iyers Video Night in Kathmandu, and all the colorful adjectives seemed to be leaping off the page like colliding Rorschach images in a kaleidoscope. I needed someplace quiet to relax and regain my equilibrium.
The Buddhist nation of Laos, Lan Xiang (Land of a million Elephants), which didnt seem to have any elephants (nor malaria), proved to be a good prescription for paradisea sort-of land-locked Shangri-la in the sun. Of course, it had its problems. Much of the countrys highways were plagued by bandits and rebels, which made traveling overland off the beaten track, in a land with few paved roads and many unexploded bombs, a little problematic. But it was oh so quiet. So I decided to stay in the capital and treat it as a Buddhist retreat.
Perhaps because of a rice diet, perhaps because of history, the Buddha was slimmer here than in some countries. Laos has had its lean years and is one of the least explored countries in Southeast Asiapartly because, with its long history as pawn to foreign powers, its communist rulers wanted to keep it that way. During the Vietnam-war-era, CIA-sponsored Secret War,, more American bombs were dropped on Laos than in all of World War II, yet Laos, one of the most peaceful Buddhist nations on earth, is not one to hold a grudge. As a sign of the times, according to my Lonely Planet guidebook, the ubiquitous loudspeakers everywhere once issuing patriotic communist rhetoric now spew out commercial advertisements for laundry powder.
Tourism was relatively new to the country. It was great not being assaulted by maniacal hawkers selling postcards, cold drinks, and sarongs. It was great also seeing the Kho San Road crowd, with their tattoos, tongue piercings, and dreadlocks looking slightly miffed not knowing where to get magic mushrooms for their omelettes. Which way to the Golden Triangle?
These are the credit-card ascetics, Westerners in Eastern garb who can be found making cash advances throughout Southeast Asia. All of them have American Express cards tucked away somewhere: Dont give up all your worldly possessions without it! But I instead talked to local Laotians who kept telling me with third-world politesse, It is good you are taking much pictures of our country and I think you are very smart, American man and other such slightly off-kilter pleasantries. By getting it wrong they were somehow getting it right, unlike some of my fellow American travelers: Dammit, where are the shops!
Everywhere I went I saw images of the Buddha. I wanted one as a souvenir. Its actually illegal to export Buddha statues out of Laos, but I figured if I hid one somewhere in my backpack maybe I could smuggle one out. In the market I had blundered into one day like a magnet for trouble, there were shelves upon shelves of the normal rotund deities with beatific smiles you see on sale throughout Southeast Asia. But what I was looking for (specifically) was a Siddhartha statuette in whats called the Calling for Rain posture, with his hands down at his sides and fingers pointing to the groundwhich was unique to Laos. I finally bought a thumb-sized Buddha that fit the bill.
For those with an Eastern bent, stupendous stupa-studded Laos is the perfect place to brush up on your Buddhism. Most Laos practice Theravada Buddhism (the Middle Path), introduced by Siddhartha Gautama in the 6th century, which avoids extremes of austerity and sensuality, and has three basic tenets: dukkha (suffering), anicca (the transience of all things), and anatta (the nonessentiality of reality). Of course, the ultimate goal is to achieve nirvana, the extinction of all suffering caused by desire.
Arriving at Pha That Luang (Great Sacred Stupa) in Vientiane, the most important religious complex in the country, which resembles a dream by Walt Disney on LSD, I smiled at some saffron-robed monks and entered. The monks waied me; I hied them, mangling my hands together in a heres the church, heres the steeple configuration. Many of the wats feature two uniquely Laotian types of standing Buddhist statues: the aforementioned Calling for Rain posture, and the Contemplating the Boddhi Tree posture, with his hands crossed at the wrists in front of the body. Lined up along the walls of wats the Laotian Buddhas resembled those shapely Venetians from Italian sci-fi flicks.
Back at the Syri Guesthouse, in the Quartier Chaoanou, I noticed everyone in the common room, sitting around on their ankles with Cokes in front of them, right outside the door to my bedroom. No way could I get through without first joining in. Though nominally communist, Laotians are way spiritual. (No Marxist religion is the opium of the people here in a land where real opium is the opium of the people.) A saffron-robed monk of uncertain age and regal demeanor was chanting. He appeared to be making contact with the other side.
So here was some sort of Buddhist ceremony Id lucked into.
I was waved over by the manager. A nice cold Coke, most sacred of sodas, was placed in front of me. Incense burned, its smoke curling like ticker-tape. I crouched back uncomfortably on my ankles, when I naturally sit Indian-style.
The monk flitted about the room, marking places with charcoal, his guttural chanting sounding a little like an Orientalist didgeridoo. Ommmmmmm!
When the ceremony was over, I asked the manager what was it all about.
It is a Lucky Ceremony! she said. Her sly smile and arched eyebrow signified she was sort of on the make, if not for my wallet, then for something close by. We Westerners often mistake genuine friendliness for ulterior motives.
Oh? I was intrigued. As a Coppertone capitalist peering over the precipice, who also had trouble fathoming Laotian customs, I expected the ceremony to contain something elusive, ancient, and sage, something which plumbed the depths of the soul and shined a light on the human condition. Something, well, mysterious and arcane, at least.
Instead I received an honest explanation: Yes, a Lucky Ceremony, she enthused. So more tourists will come here, and we make more money!
I suppose even the Buddha had to make a buck occasionally?
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