I was recently reading back over some old blog entries and
managed to confirm my suspicion that I very rarely get round to actually
talking about Laos. Every month I start
off with brilliant ideas and noble intentions to write about some aspect of the
culture but when I sit down to write, I get easily distracted by whatever
throwaway thought happens to be occupying me that day. I have pages and pages of the beginnings of
serious blog entries but I tend to get no further than the second or third
paragraph before opening up a new document to start discussing the relative
merits of ‘Mama Cup’ versus ‘Oh Ricey!’ instant noodles. My recent ode to a motorcycle is a particular
low point and as I come to the end of my placement, I really feel I should try
and record some of my thoughts about Laos.
And yet, the only thing I keep coming back to is who a Lao
equivalent to the man on the Clapham omnibus might be. In Australia you have the man on the Bondi
tram and in Hong Kong it’s apparently the man on the Shaukiwan tram. I have vivid, slightly xenophobic and no
doubt wildly inaccurate images of what both these chaps might look like but I’m
really struggling with a Lao image.
Now this brings me to the very nub of my problem, I’ve
become fixated on creating a humorous mental image rather than discussing the
different components of Lao society that might make up an idealised ‘everyman’. It’s also interesting that the man on the
Clapham omnibus is a legal construct and this could be the start of a
discussion about legal protection and representation in Laos but it’s not and the
vision of Lao people wearing bowler hats keeps popping back into my mind.
Too busy working to play |
I’ve been thinking about the same subject for more than a
week now and I’ve managed to come up with a few likely subjects. I’m hoping that jotting them down here will
help dislodge the thought from my mind and I can get on with some proper
work.
No. 1: The man on the corner of the petanque court. I have almost immediately discounted this
one, mainly because there is no indication of mode of travel, although I
suppose the point is that you can see people surrounding petanque courts all
over Laos at any time of the day, not going anywhere at all; just focussed on
the game. The courts seem particularly
busy at around 4.30pm or knocking off time but lots of government offices come
equipped with one and you can generally find someone who’s up for a game,
regardless of the time. We don’t have
one at my office but my first thought when I found a sleeping woman on the
floor of my lab this lunchtime was ‘careful, don’t wake her’, so you get the
idea.
Some rice and some machinery |
On the other hand, some faux farmers drive me mad, like the
chap I had a strange encounter with at a preparatory training course before
coming to Laos. We were asked to group
ourselves on the basis of career. I duly
stood with people who had claimed a link to agriculture but it transpired the closest
person to me worked in IT.
‘Eh, you said you were in agriculture.’
‘Um, well I did this organic farm exchange thing and picked
grapes in France.’
‘Oh, so you went on holiday?’
I didn’t say that last bit but you can see how easily I get
distracted by trifles. I really love
trifle. I will be asking my Mum to make
me one when I get home in just over a month.
When we were small, she used to make a thing called ‘surprise pudding’
which was essentially layered cake and custard with huge quantities of stale
booze (my parents don’t really drink and can easily keep a bottle of sherry
until it comes back into fashion) and hundreds of thousands on top of whipped
cream, bleeding their e-numbers slowly across the pristine, white surface. It was incredible and delicious but I’m still
not sure what the surprise was supposed to be.
Moving on, how about…
No. 3: The government employee on the Mun ferry. These references are all quite South
specific, which is a bit of a flaw but there’s probably an equivalent further
up the Mekong and Clapham could just as well be replaced with Didsbury.
Mounlapamok is a district with fairly poor road connections,
so during the wet season in particular, it is advisable to get there by
crossing the river on the diesel belching and somewhat infrequent, car ferry
that covers the crossing. This normally
gets filled with government workers of all hues either in Hilux trucks or on
motorcycles and a surprising number of people do seem to be attached to
government offices in one way or another.
Right, I think I might have hit on an answer.
Heading home from market |
No. 4: The woman on the Pathumphone songthaew.
Pathumphone is a bit suburban in that the district is far
enough from Pakse to be independent but close enough to support commuters. Each day sees lots of transit between the two
areas for both work but more importantly for products to be sold in the large
Pakse markets, which is how lots of folk really do make their money, whether
through sale of their own or neighbours’ produce, or imported, manufactured products
from Thailand. There is a huge diversity
in the group, particularly concerning wealth but I think people who travel on
the songthaew, which is more or less like a bus and a cheap-ish mode of travel,
probably represent the average. Then, if
you assume it’s a woman, you can also create an easier stereotype of a lady
wearing a sinh, which is a convenient stand-in for the bowler hats that were bugging
me earlier.
Sprained wrist |
Next month will be a compilation of entries from my Lao road
trip which starts on the 2nd March, so I think there should at least
be some pretty pictures to finish things off for this blog.