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.
Follow our adventures as we share our thoughts, impressions and awe at what could be called: Foreign Service's Wide World of Talalay.
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.
The temple, built in 1818, in the traditional style of the time.
The big Buddha, inside the temple hall. The surrounding wall, looking like a beehive filled with little Buddha statue honey.
Back along the cloister, layers, levels of Buddhas.
Starting at the beginning. Little Kaysone was born in the humble village of Na Seng.
The revolution starts now. Guns and communication equipment, what any revolution needs to get its point across. A re-creation of a cave bunker in the jungle. Busts of Marx and Engels to brighten up the place.
Green and bronze. A lot of green military might could get you some heroic bronze freedom one day. Don't forget your briefcase.
The main temple, done up in traditional white and gold and red.
On to the interesting sculptures. Some of the flock, praying to Buddha. Relaxed guard.
Woman with hair as a powerful weapon. Swat. That big drum, signaling prayer times.
Don't forget the big leader. Phomvihane gets his due. "Hey, come check out my museum."
One of the monuments. Red flag, hard charging brigade. In it to win it. Statue detail. Man, woman and a big box of grenades. Lethal, down to the impressive, rope braids.
More details. Boy with bird, man with chainsaw. Every archetype into the pool.
Three (four?) headed mustache man. He sees everything!
Women with long hair. Really, really long hair.
Standing guard. Or, just standing and looking adorable.
"I brought a club." "I brought a hoe, let's get this rumble started."