Khamphone Guest House Vang Vieng

... on the way.<br><br>On a positive note we watched a gorgeous sunset with swirling black clouds of bats pouring out from caves in the distance. After that we just ate and went to watch some T.V. as the shouting in the street meant an early night was out of the question. <br><br>Next morning we cleared on out and took a cramped (supposedly VIP) minibus transfer to the capital city Vientiane.<br>

... his pink shorts were longer and saved him the dubious experience I had bestowed on myself, that of coming perilously close to hanging out with my wang out, aka rocking out with my cock out. Items purchased, we shunned renting a tube, given the cost, and decided we'd just nick them and/or swim instead. We dropped off our regular shorts and flip-flops at the internet place over the road from the Friends cafe; the woman who runs it was happy to mind our stuff, as we use the place ...

... episodes; it would soon become a favourite haunt of ours. I then bought a waterproof bag for my camera and money. It was after this that we then discovered that to get a tube there was a 60,000K deposit on top of the 55,000K cost, which we hadn't known about, so none of us now had enough money to go tubing with. This meant that rather tediously, Mark and I had to trek all the way back across the fields to the guesthouse, grab more money, and trek all the ...

... and unpleasant journey. Mark had bought a guitar in Bangkok a few weeks previously, and he took it with him to the back seat of the bus. He then wedged it between the back of the headrests and the back windscreen to conserve space. Unfortunately, the driver then ruined this good idea by opening the boot, resulting in the guitar falling to the ground. Mark picked it up, with the aid of two Italians sat next to him, and kept it on his shoulders until the door ...

... 8221; into the mini bus taking us to Vang Vieng, we had the unfortunate experience of hitting a child on a bicycle. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but otherwise was unharmed, as were the rest of us when the van managed to screech to a halt just inches before crashing into a building. Once again, talk turned to life and death as the young Australian sitting beside me recounted the tragic death of his wife just two years earlier.<br><br>After checking into another basic bamboo ...

... after talking a fellow Dutch rider, and walked the streets. Foreigners that come here think they're the bees-and-ees, well, at least some of them. But really, they are very herdy. I couldn't help feeling some impatience with somewhat dozy contented wayfarers.<br>'Bloody fools! Laos folks want you to be this way.'<br>Maybe the Western wayfarers also wanted to be this way, too, so couldn't give a damn either way.