(note: The photos and videos we took really showed the craziness of it all, but since we lost everything we can’t show you. These photos are not our own, but still give you an idea of what it was like, although the crowds of tourists seem to have more than doubled since they were taken!)
The dusty ride had been awful, yet one of the most amazing ones I’ve experienced.
We drove through the most scenic nature of Laos, passing countless of ethnic villages and tribes along the way, stopping on and off in a few.
High up in the mountain range in the middle of nowhere – girls dressed in traditional clothing and hats with bells and jewellery hanging like a shade over their faces were playing ball in the road; women were showering from a bamboo pipe collecting water from the forest, and 5 year old kids were taught how to chop the grass for their roofs with machete knives – it was a pretty crazy sight.
We had spent a few days in northern Laos – Luang Nam Tha to be exact – biking through these ethnic villages and had gotten a good glimpse of what Laos was about.
We had heard of the ‘incredible’ morning alms, and were keen to see what all the fuss was about.
We had decided not to take part in the ceremony but to see it from a distance. The morning alms is not meant to be a tourist attraction, and since we’re not Buddhists we felt it was strange to take part.
It turns out, nobody else felt that way.
From where we stood there was a 50 meter long carpet laid out for people from where they would hand over some sticky rice to the passing monks.
The whole 50 meters was packed with one big tourist group, all provided with a basket of rice by their guide, taking photos of each other half an hour before the monks even arrived.
This was just the beginning. If this is where things ended, fine. But once it got light, and the 200 monks appeared, people went crazy.
The many precautions one had been told about the morning alms such as no camera flashes, no walking in front of the monks, women sit down etc - was all forgotten.
The monks were not treated like rock stars, but more like a passing tourist attraction, something very inhuman.
Next to the monks were kids running along carrying big carboard boxes, picking up the leftovers that the monks didn’t want, begging for some rice..
I must say, the monks didn’t look like they were enjoying their ceremony – at all! They were all very young, and it was almost as though they were runnning to get away.
What surprised me was that there really wasn’t anything special about these alms; they do the same thing all across Laos, but in smaller groups.
It was worth a look just to see how bananas the tourists got, but I must admit, it’s easy to get sucked in. I’m not completely innocent, I was there and therefore part of the problem.
There is I guess, one good thing coming out of this; a very good mental practice for the monks..
The next morning we were up at 5 o clock again to catch a bus down to Vang Vieng. Walking down a small side street in the pitch dark, we suddenly saw a long line of bright orange robes coming towards us.
Along the street were quite a few locals waiting for them with their baskets of rice.
This was a whole different group, up earlier before the tourist, taking complete different route… not a single flash camera around, we stood enjoying the tradition before moving on.
Want To See The Morning Alms In Peace?
The morning alms is something special to witness, and I would definitely recommend seeing one, but not taking part in it, and perhaps not the one in Luang Prabang.
Luang Prabang is not the only place, they do the morning alms every day all over Laos. Just get up nice and early, walk the streets and you’re likely to find them walking there as well…