Laos – Luang Prabang’s Temples and Treasures

Published on April 2013 in www.travelworldnews.com


It is dawn in Luang Prabang, and my hand-woven silk shawl warms against this crisp air. I await the monks to pass here on Setthathirat Road, mere blocks from the line-up of food carts which much later will serve local specialties. Right now this line-up of alms-givers and travelers will serve spiritual food for the monks.

Aligned by seniority, saffron robes draped loosely across one shoulder, each monk extends a metal bowl to collect his breakfast of glutinous sticky rice, fruit and biscuits. This takbaat’ ceremony occurs daily across south-east Asia. The belief that alms-giving and alms-receiving accrues to the karmic good of both parties, this is the secular and spiritual interplay that defines Luang Prabang’s reverential mornings.

As an observer/participant when I place the offering into the bowls, I realize how the balance of tourism There is a point when tourism’s downside intrudes and rears its head: when the handful of aggressive tourists cum camera flashes and loud voices cleave this reverential process.

 

Not only do the more than thirty temples – wats – in and around Luang Prabang sustain its tranquil

side. But its spiritual energy derives also from the plethora of monks who reside within the wats.

Luang Prabang’ means ‘City of the Golden Buddha,’ which refers to the pure gold statue that has

been the town’s guardian since the 14th century. This Buddha was so highly-valued (though so

relatively small: almost 3 feet and 100 pounds) that Thai invaders whisked it away twice, though it

was returned as many times. Its small size underscores its broad stature. The Laos National

Museum, once the former royal residence, now houses this Golden Buddha.

 

Languid, sun-dappled days contribute to the town’s tranquility, situated 2,300 feet above sea level.

Think latitude: equal to Hawaii and Cuba. Think Tropic of Cancer: go a few degrees north. So, warm days reign.

 

Luang Prabang is built on a mini-peninsula where lush verdant hillsides cascade to meet either the

caramel-colored Mekong River on one side, or the smaller Nam Khan River on the other. I am

enamored with the abundant and graceful palm trees that vie with the expansive banyan tree trunks.

They are interspersed across the town’s architectural gems. This small landmass supports big

aspirations.

 

In the 18th century more than 65 temples dotted Luang Prabang. Mount Phou Si, (the “Fantastic

Mountain”) housed five alone. Yet history belies this calm. Vigilant! Defensive! Belligerent! These

define the Luang Prabang’s situation as the royal capital of the ‘Kingdom of a Million Elephants and The White

Parasol’ (Lane Zang Hom Khao). This empire encompassed China’s southern Yunnan province,

included Thailand’s northern Chiang Mai region and incorporated northeastern Thailand itself.

Elephant herds equated to military might, which included as well the thousands of mahouts or

elephant trainers. Luang Prabang maintained a ready militia given that heightened defenses required fending

off Vietnamese to the east, repulsing Siamese to the west and repelling consistent Burmese incursions.

 

When the capital was moved to Vientiane in 1563 for strategic reasons, Luang Prabang shed

armature and took up alms. Confrontation became contemplation. Luang Prabang itself

personifies the Lao saying, “A beautiful soul is better than a beautiful form.” I find, though, that

Luang Prabang is both. In 1995 UNESCO conferred its ‘World Heritage Site’ designation on Luang Prabang.

 

 

 


Art and Architectural Treasures

At the northern tip of Luang Prabang, exactly where the two rivers meet, I visit Wat Xieng Thong

(Temple of the Golden City). It is the jewel in the Luang Prabang temple crown: this is an excellent

example of Laos’ sacred architecture. Built under King Settathirat – the very same name

as our monks’ street at dawn – this legacy from 1560 functioned as a ‘gateway’ temple’: its wide

ceremonial staircase was the welcoming port of embarkation from the river.

The Luang Prabang-style temple architecture – one of three Laotian styles – features broad curving

roofs that sweep down very low and end in flame-pointed tips. Wat Xieng Thong is one such

remarkable example of these gracefully dipped roofs. The liberal use of glass mosaic murals set into

vibrant monochrome walls, coupled with the black, red and gold profusion of Buddhism’s color triad,

reflects the importance decoratively of Luang Prabang historically. Here was Luang Prabang’s social

and religious life.

 

The golden funeral carriage and ceremonial urn of Lao’s last king are stored in a side building. Close

to the river staircase, ceremonial rowing boats are housed and maintained, still used for religious

occasions on the Mekong.

 

Try this for honor among thieves: In 1887 Luang Prabang was sacked by a group of Chinese

invaders, led by one Deo Van Tri, their Tai/ Vietnamese leader. Tri spent time as a novice monk at

Wat XiengTong, the reason for which he refused to plunder and pillage the temple.

Today, the Royal Palace, the Haw Kham, has become the Lao National Museum. Built under the

French colonial administration in 1925, it is the fusion of Lao traditional architecture and French

colonial design. Laos’ most revered statue, the Golden Buddha resides in a newly-built chedi or

shrine on the grounds. This small icon stands with both hands raised palm-outward in abhaya

mudra, a hand-position that dispels fear and brings peace. The Golden Buddha resides in the town

of its same name.

 

Total Black-Out at the Night Market

I am engaged in bartering for silk scarves with a colleague at the Night Market. Suddenly, the lights

flicker, go off fully, power back on, and then totally shut down. Everything is blacked out: no bug-

zappers zapping, no motors whizzing. Simply nothing. The Night Market is totally dark. Only the

moon shines.

 

Caution takes over. We clutch our handbags. We clutch each other. Some very long twenty minutes

of uncertainty prevail. Seemingly there is no attempt to address the situation. We are in a

marketplace without lights, in a country without language skills.

 

But, the seeds of capitalism flourish even in the dark: these fast-thinking merchants light candles

and flip on flashlights. Commerce begins again under tenuous lighting. Later, we discover that a

black skirt purchased in darkness is indeed a very deep purple.

 

This experience bothers my capitalist sensibilities: here are vendors and buyers at the point of sale

but without light! Yet, I am in Laos: here reforms are moving from Moscow/Hanoi Communism to

more Euro/Thai/American Capitalism. The vendors take this black-out in the best of Eastern ‘saving-

face’ sensibility – while my desire is to throw a West-centric fit.

 

I do profess my fondness for that dark purple skirt, and the strange conditions surrounding its

purchase. Was this an interim casualty of merging political systems or simply an electrical short? Ah,

the multi-layers of truth.

 



Nature Has Graced Laos

Laos’ is blessed with natural beauty and verdant landscapes. For a landlocked country, it possesses

mountainous forests, limestone caves and teal-blue travertine waterfalls. The life-sustaining Mekong

rules Laotian life.

 

At a site where the Ou River meets the Mekong, two caves reside tucked into a karst limestone cliff.

These are the Pak Ou caves (or ‘river’s mouth caves’) where the phii or river spirits were worshiped.

Centuries after Buddhism’s vast expansion across Asia, the Pak Ou Caves became sacred Buddhist

shrines. They remain abodes of quiet reverence, home to an estimated 4,000 statues, hand-placed

for hope and held-in-place for history.

 

I am awed seeing these statues. They fill the upper and lower caves’ crevices. Tinged by fading

light, the statues are carved, guilded, lacquered or painted, and mostly mimic Luang Prabang’s

‘standing’ Buddha. I feel lingering fragments of prayer and hope. This is the view inward.

The view outward is equally peaceful. Toward the river, Laotian long boats cluster in haphazard

arrays of color and design as they await their travelers.

 

But we now head south, some 30 kms to Tad Kuang Xi/ the Kuang Xi Waterfalls (or “Watering Hole

for Deer.”) On the upward trek to the multi-tiered pools and waterfalls, I encounter the Laos

sanctuary for the “Free the Bears Rescue Center.” Established in 1995 across Asia, this Australian

non-profit counters the endangered Asiatic black bear trade which captures, chains and tortures this

species to obtain their bile. It is deemed valuable in Chinese medicine. The Center provides free-

roaming facilities and care for the bears. Take heart: 31 Asiatic bears have been rescued in Laos!

Here I encounter the true definition of ‘precious.’

 

Reluctantly, I leave the bears. I am rewarded when I arrive at several waterfalls that drop some 15

feet into incredibly opaque baby blue pools. These waterfalls cascade through travertine formations

and combine with the water’s natural calcium to attain this opacity. It is a stunning sight. Intrepid

bathers swing tarzan-like and drop into the cold pools. Yet most awe-filled experience is to continue

upwards towards the ‘pièce de résistance’ – the 200 foot waterfall set against torch gingers and

tropical florae. Here I encounter the true definition of ‘inspired.’

 

For a Good Night’s Sleep

Walk alongside the infinity-edge pool deck at the Luang Prabang View Hotel and the 360 degree

panorama encompasses ever-changing skies over verdant lands. With its mountain-filled

landscapes, the Luang Prabang View Hotel presents the most dramatic views of any upscale

property, and indeed is so considered, corroborated by the list of diplomatic and distinguished

international visitors on its roster. The hotel is located some ten minutes from the town center.

Its three-tiered suites cascade down the hillside and offer views and privacy. Teak appointments

abound inside; lush landscapes aggregate outside. For transport on property, the on-call buggy

service whisks guests around. It is on time mostly, yet I suggest that one recall that Lao time

functions differently than Western time.

 

An intimate and inviting alternative in Luang Prabang is the Kiridara Boutique Hotel. This excellent

option has 29 rooms that provide inspiring Mount Phou Si views. Native teak forests surround the

property that reminds me of a contemporary Wat Xieng Thong. Small wonder that its architect was a

pivotal voice in Luang Prabang’s UNESCO designation.

 

Both the Luang Prabang View Hotel and the Kiridara offer travel agent commissions at 10%, with a

negotiable increase based on bookings.

 

The new regional carrier Lao Central Airlines is the first private-owned Laotian airline. It is based in

Vientiane. It facilitates travel to Luang Prabang (one-hour north by air from Vientiane), and services

most of Laos and destinations in Thailand.

 

The French summed up the national characteristics of their Indochinese empire: “The Vietnamese

plant the rice, the Cambodians watch it grow, and the Lao listen to it grow.”

I am so peaceful here in Luang Prabang I believe I hear that rice growing right now.

 

Visit:

Free the Bears Fund www.freethebears.org.au

Kiridara Hotel, www.kiridara.com

Lao Central Airlines, www.flylaocentral.com

Luang Prabang Hotel, www.luangprabangview.com