The sun has come out and the flowers are starting to bloom. My newsfeed is filled with daughters in bright pink Easter dresses and sons in pale blue button ups. I love this season, when color makes a reemergence into our wardrobe. It’s also the time when we start to hit our...Read More
I’d never heard of the Tigre Delta in Argentina before getting connected with a volunteering opportunity there via Help Exchange. If you take the train about an hour North outside of Buenos Aires you’ll find this place, named after the jaguars (Tigres in Spanish), which...Read More
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How long have you been a monk?
10 years, I was 14-years-old when I began my studies.
Have you always lived in Chiang Mai?
No, I lived in Laos as a child. I came here to further my studies within the Wat.
On the way in I read that I cannot pass you anything or touch you. Why is that?
To become a monk I vowed to abstain from any physical contact with women.
As you slowly gain ground up the hill that takes guests away from Luang Prabang and into the sanctuary of La Residence Phou Vao, you immediately start to unwind. The hustle and bustle of the city fades away. The air tastes clean and you can relax without worry of getting hit by a rouge tuk tuk waiting to dart into traffic.
The sound of Lao pop music flooding from the popular karaoke bars retreats from earshot. It’s replaced with birds chirping, roosters crowing and the bartender shaking up a refreshing poolside drink.
The lush coconut and mango trees provide an exclusive walled retreat into a world of your own. The vegetation is thick and tropical. The sweet smell of gardenia and frangipani emit a tropical scent that dances in your nostrils. You have arrived. Away from the chaos, high on the hill, perched in the clouds, you are at the La Residence Phou Vao.
I’d never heard of the Tigre Delta in Argentina before getting connected with a volunteering opportunity there via Help Exchange. If you take the train about an hour North outside of Buenos Aires you’ll find this place, named after the jaguars (Tigres in Spanish), which were once hunted there.
To get an accurate picture of the area today imagine combining the honky-tonk everglades with the waterways of Venice. Then add in the industrial shipping efforts of a small harbor town nuzzled in an abandoned seaside resort damaged by years of neglect, frequent rain and hot sun. Envision aggressive wild dogs protecting shells of once stunning plantation-style Victorian homes and you’d start to see the unique and somewhat bizarre modern Tigre.