Hands on in Luang Prabang

Yesterday we arrived in Laung Prabang in Northern Laos. We agreed to check out a guesthouse that was being touted at the bus station, and we got there, everything seemed okay, but there was no electricity. Sometimes, places only have electricity during certain hours, so we asked when it would come on. "15 or 20 minutes, I think" replied the girl showing us our room. It was already getting a bit dark, dark enough that our room inspection couldn't be that thorough. Jenn and I conversed, maybe we will wait for the electricity? Did we want a place with no consistent electricity? Then we heard (or felt) a bone shaking crack, and we both shrieked. The lightning must have struck directly over our heads, we nervously tittered about leaving the room to follow the outdoor passage to reception. My feeling was getting hit by lightning would most definitely ruin our vacation.
We mustered courage after we counted a few seconds between a flash and a boom. At reception we asked when the power would be on. "Oh, maybe an hour?" Jenn was ready to leave. Then it dawned on me "there are no lights because of the storm?" "yes," she replied. "When the weather is better you have power all the time?" "oh yes!" So with that we booked our room and headed off to cram some food in our mouths since it had been hours since we last ate.
We walked down through the colorful night market and coveted the silk scarves and paper lamps until we got to the food market. We picked out a few mystery meat skewers, and I spied a banana leaf wrapped packet. "what is in this?" "pork" she replied, I bought it, as I usually love leaf wrapped food. We crossed to the darker side of the street and I quickly unwrapped my package and took a bite. Well, it was pork alright, just slightly more raw than I was expecting. I spat it out pretty quickly, I think quickly enough to not get parasites. Hey, I mean it's street food, you win some you lose some.
After our food escapade, we wandered back through the market, but only about 45 min had past, and there was no point to going back to a dark hotel room. We passed a massage parlor (not the dirty kind thanks) and decided why not? We had just been stuck on a bus for 7 hours and I had almost consumed raw meat, so why not pamper ourselves? My hour long aromatherapy massage cost me a grand total of 60,000 kip, or $7.50. Money well spent. We wandered back to our hotel, and sure enough, our additional hour was plenty of time to get the lights back on, not that we used them much, as we just slid into bed, too relaxed to do anything else. As I drifted off to sleep I thought "Yeah, I could get used to this."