Since a week I am in Pakse, a small town in Southern Laos. It’s a warm place. The thermometer reaches 35°. It’s summer, dry season. In the morning and evenings a wonderful wind blows some refreshing air over the roofs of the town. It’s located between the Mekong and the Sedone river. Green hills decorate the background of the landscape. A golden Buddha watches over the town. I’ve seen water buffaloes and cows walking on and crossing streets.