Daiyuan Hotel Xishuangbanna Jinghong

... asses off, is all so depressing.<br><br>We went back to our Random **** Hole in Jinghong for one more night and were awoken at 3am by some local lads who had rolled in from the local nightclub with, to our chagrin, some local prostitutes. Marvellous. I went outside to shout at them to keep the noise down, but they were more interested in getting a good look at us. Another brilliant night&#8217;s sleep&#8230;<br><br>................... ........................<br><br>Fish Face ...

... to go. Bruno was already thinking the same thing and then a blind massage afterwords. Perfect idea in our opinion. While Bruno went to the post office we stayed at the hotel to sort things out in our bags. We met them and headed to the Tropical Flowers Botanical Gardens. I was hoping to find it interesting, but I would settle for relaxing. We had already only wearing our shirts with the sleeves roles up. It was gorgeous ...

... made only slightly less relaxing by the fact that the people working there having figured that I spoke some Chinese decided to try and chat to me the entire time which is less than easy when your head is wedged in a hole looking at the floor and you can't see their expressions. Also, a trip to a rainforest reserve just north of Jinghong which is apparently home to some 300 wild elephants. Unfortunately it is now also the home ...

... dance to Beijing's flute, the days in the west begin and end later. We woke up around 08:00, had remarkably familiar meal (fried green vegetables over rice), bid farewells to the hosts and joined our guide who was heading in the same direction as us. When the time came to walk our separate ways, our guide pointed us at the direction of Bulangshan and disappeared west into the rice fields. We continued walking through rice fields and ...

... reklame? Paa vej op til busstation, hvor naeste punkt paa agendaen fandt sted, havde vi masser af tid til at forbande hippierne fra LP og kommunisterne. Venstreorienteret hele bundtet, so what's the difference? Vi koebte billetter til Kunming til aftenen den 21 og gik saa tilbage. Efter lidt flade-ud-tid foran tv'et fandt vi en netcafe med den intention at skrive et blogindlaeg, men saa langt naaede vi aldrig. Endnu en aftensmad blev nydt paa Dai restauranten og ...

So with Lao visa firmly in hand, I catch a bus south for Jinghong, aka ChiengRung ('dawn capital') in the native Tai dialect of the original inhabitants, for this was once part of a proto-Tai/Thai state situated on and around the Mekong River and one of the five original &#8216;Chiengs&#8217;, the others now located in what is now Shan state Burma, northern Thailand, and northern Laos, radiating out ...