Blue hands

Arriving here was low key with only 20 on the small plane from Hanoi. We found our B&B and then went walking. Everyone was under ponchos or umbrellas as the rain settled in. We wondered if this was the pattern for the rest of the week.
Since then we have had dry although very humid weather and been able to saunter down from our lodging to the Mekong - huge, brown and carrying a lot of debris- and get to know our way around town. Visited lots of wats, sat on verandahs with a beer, and caught a tuk tuk.
The Saturday Night Market was three times the usual size so a little shopping happened.
Today we visited a silk weaving workshop where we prepared dyes from plants harvested from their garden and dyed some hanks of silk. I have blue hands from indigo - how traditional is that!
Tomorrow we have a whoile day cooking Lao food after a visit to the market.
Holiday mode is kicking in.