Fresh lake. Tough to see where the concrete and plastic ends and the real plants begin.
Real turtle and mini sun. We believe! Mossy swamp. And wall.
Walls, poured and placed. Hello tiny frogs.
Follow our adventures as we share our thoughts, impressions and awe at what could be called: Foreign Service's Wide World of Talalay.
Fresh lake. Tough to see where the concrete and plastic ends and the real plants begin.
Real turtle and mini sun. We believe! Mossy swamp. And wall.
Walls, poured and placed. Hello tiny frogs.
Everybody and thing waiting on the next show.
Seals (sea lions?) cruising the rocky coast of urban Vancouver.
More tank illusions.
And live penguins! Beats any large screen TV.
Pinned dead rodents and lizards in a jar. Seems like the best way to see those beings. Meet Methuselah, the oldest aquarium fish. An Australian lungfish, aged 93 years. What do you get the fish that has everything? More fish!
Green stuff. Lizard in a habitat tank and the grassy, enviro-friendly, otherworldly roof.
The festival takes over the downtown. Lots of stalls selling crafts, various foods, all sorts of things to exchange for money.
Getting down to business. Tons of whoopie pies available, heaps of vendors, millions of flavors. Time to get stuffed.
Once you've received your sugar rush, head over to one of several diversions. A little parking lot pro wrestling? Don't mind if I gawk!
A rainy afternoon in Belfast at Young's Lobster Pound.
The lobster lunch, destroyed. Hand painted, wood ice cream cone sign at Carrier's Mainely Lobster restaurant in Bucksport.
Views at Mount Cadillac in Acadia. Wedding pictures and a long look.
Out front. "We come to bring peace."
First curiosity: an elaborate miniature diorama you peek into. Something about drug, leftist caves? Seized money. All about the Benjamins the world over.
More nefarious implements. Mounted guns and mounted pipes.
Living room trophies. Killed, stuffed, varnished, mounted.
All shoes belong here. In the nightstand for polishing, on the floor for exercising and lounging. Stationary bike.
Colognes and telephones.
His post civil war offices and residence were part of a large former compound for CIA/USAID, affectionally labeled "Six Klicks City" because it was located six kilometers from the center of Vientiane. When civil war broke out, the Americans fled and easy, new digs were available.
Today, the house and nearby offices are a memorial. Much of Six Klicks City still exists and is part of the Lao military campus. Past and present history around the area is heavy.
View of one of the humble, cinder block houses. One can imagine the Americans quickly building a U.S. style, suburban neighborhood. Ranch design and cheap, a lawn, a bucolic headquarters as a base for havoc in Southeast Asia.
Front entrance and a library. Strictly utilitarian. Consider it Linoleum Floor Provincial.
Desk and bedroom. Are we in Vientiane, Texas? It's hard to tell by the interior.