There are many pleasant things about the hotel at which we are staying here in Luang Prabang (LPB.) For example, its tranquil setting on the banks of the Mekong River, or the phenomenally friendly staff who are ready and willing to help us with any question or request we might have.
Less than ideal is that to get to and from the center of town, one must cross a rickety old bridge (very imaginatively called "Old Bridge") on a foot path that hangs over the side, looks straight down into the Mekong below, and has terrifyingly uneven and shaky floorboards.
We said a little prayer the first time we crossed, and have continued to do so each time since. We have yet to conclusively decide whether it's scarier to cross at night or in broad daylight. Sneaky believes that nighttime is worse, since it compounds his twin fears of heights and darkness. I tend to think it's worse during the day, because you can actually see how damn shoddy the thing is. In any event, we try to avoid it whenever possible.
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