When talking about the Morning Market, I mentioned that it reminded me that I was in the Third World. However, I may have over-romanticized things a bit when I said that the disorganization and eclecticism of the market was preferable to the strip malls, parking lots and order of home.
The reality of the Third World struck much harder when I entered the Lao National Museum. This is THE national museum and it was absolutely decrepit. Pealing paint, bare floor boards and exhibits that were absolutely amateurish.
There are moments during my travels when I'm completely humbled to realize that I did nothing to deserve where I was born in space and time. It's embarrassing that I should breeze through as a privileged tourist while locals are left in their daily struggle to survive. I pray to God that I can help in some small way. Needless to say, it's a challenging and difficult prayer.
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