"Danger du Mort!"
I thought I just heard something.
"Danger du Mort!"
There, I heard it again.
Tilting my head downwards from the top of a flight of stairs, I saw a lady at the bottom pointing at my T-shirt and then she said it again "Danger du Mort!" in a heavy french accent.
I blushed. Here we are in Pak Ou caves in Luang Prabang, Laos soaking in the sights & sounds, a french lady is busy pointing at my shirt. I pulled the chest area of my shirt outwards to scrutinise the print. Yes, I remember vividly that it is printed as danger de mort. I nodded and smiled back politely, in a slight dismissing manner.
Then the lady asked,"Do you know francais..?". "Nope," I said.
Then she followed,"It means you're dangerous..grrr".
Oh Merci. What an awkward surprise to know this. I'm beginning to love this place even more now.
