Phonsavan itself is not a special place, and the cold rain (and cold showers!!) made for a very interesting 2 days. We did visit the plain of jars, which is composed of a series of fields with 'mysterious' jars that were carved out of solid boulders sometime between 300 and 80 BC. No one knows what they were for but I am with the locals – they were either massive jars of rice wine (none left I checked) or funeral pots. Unfortunately there is a lack of biological evidence to support the latter argument.
Phonsavan also appears to be the centre of the UXO clean up in Laos. There is an information centre which explains that Laos is still relatively poor largely because agriculture and export has stalled. The local people are afraid to farm certain areas due to unexploded ordinance and most have to search for and sell scrap metal (i.e. unexloded bombs) in order to supliment their income. This very often leads to dismemberment and death. During the vietnam war, the Americans dropped, on average (underestimate), half a tonne of ammunition for every person in Laos at the time. Phonsavan is filled with gardens sporting small and large projectiles as ornaments. Although it had stopped raining and we could also see a little sun, we decided to leave this cold and slightly somber place for the backpacker haven of Vang Vieng.
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