Jar site 2 sat in a copse of trees on a little hill about 20 KM down a bumpy dirt road from site 1. Site 3 was about an hour walk from site 2, but we didn't have enough time for the hike. While site 2 is much smaller than site 1, it was a much more peaceful, spiritual place, overlooking lush green valleys and rice paddies, mountains in the distance, with a breeze blowing through the surrounding trees.

It was here that we developed our theory that the jars are just a big practical joke played on humans by some alien race, who put strange things around the world, then sat back and laughed as they watched us try to figure them out. Occam's Razor, my friends, look it up.




The drive took us past beautiful terraced rice paddies that were just being planted.


Terrace patterns as seen from the window of the Yak-12 we flew home. The old bait and switch. Oh sure, the larger, radar-equipped ATR flies between Phonsavanh and Vientiane...except when it doesn't.


No matter, it was still a nice, smooth flight. And I can report that the flight is much nicer in seat 3A (window, single seat row) than in seat 6A (no window, back of the plane), but in seat 6A at least I sat next to my sexy wife.