There's this great thing about traveling in Southeast Asia. You never really know what you are going to get. Our friends Deena and Jamie booked an elephant tour through a travel agent. What they asked for was an All Laos tour--a reputable elephant camp with ethics located 7km outside of town. What they got was a 40 minute tuk tuk ride to the middle of nowhere, and one sad little elephant chained to a tree. Presumably, this was the travel agent running a scam with a buddy or two. When our friends complained, the guides' english skills vanished into thin air. Deena had to fake sobs of distress (the sobs were fake, the distress was real) before they were taken back into town.
Much less harrowing but still somewhat humorous was our visit to the spa yesterday. Ian decided on a facial for his birthday, this particular one was 60 minutes long with an added facial massage. Most of this time was spent alone in a room with some tingling concoction on our faces, but at one point they spread what smelled and felt very much like honey onto our skin and proceeded to smack us lightly with their fingers and pull away quickly. At this point I was positive the substance was honey and the sensation didn't even resemble a massage. When we walked away our skin felt softer and we were only out 7 USD so all was well and I felt no need to use the tactic Deena had to employ. Today I may try a pedicure and I really hope they find a way to involve honey again.
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