La Folie Lodge
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- Airport Transportation
- Room service
- Multilingual staff
- Swimming pool
- Non-smoking rooms
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So I know I've been majorly slacking on these blog entries, and I'm sorry. To be honest I'm finding wiriting about SE Asia pretty tedious. It was beautiful and interesting and I had an awesome time, but it definitely didn't have the adventure factor and it felt a lot more like being on holiday than travelling... compared to China which was a constant mad stressball, and even South America where we were doing crazy things on almost an hourly basis. Saying ...
Beautiful sunrise and leisurely yummy breakfast - definitely a great pick to stay, so we have Richard to thank for that. We used the hotel Tutt-Tutt to venture to Wat Pu (Vat Phu actually) - probably could have cycled it but Richard would never have made it on the wee bikes the hotel provides. Also, another steamer, would have resulted cycling back in 95 degrees in sunbeating sweatdrenching for 15K. Impressive ruins that gives us a hint of what Ankor ...
On reflection, was so glad we stayed in this wonderful 'city' for an extra day. No one day so far has been better than the other, but certainly yesterday will be hard to beat (except for the worst chicken wings I have ever tasted in the Aussie bar - deep in batter and grease, the coldest beer in town solidified that in my belly). The oppressive heat was thumped out in a big ...
... for the next day. So we head off at 8am, wait nearly an hour for the boat to take us over the Mekong where we wait for a bus, we all packed in like sardines for about 2 hours. We stop get our tickets then get on a 'VIP' bus, man how that thing still worked is beyond me! Racky and I had the whole bus to ourselves and our driver gave us forms to fill out to cross the border from Laos to Cambodia, he then got us through quickly to the other side. Then he had ...
... grey dusk, a grey that never quite seems to lift. The place wears it’s history with a grim kind of pride. Our hotel lobby area is decorated with huge shell casings and rusted fuse systems. We dine that evening in a cafe called Craters.
Unsure what we are doing here (our feelings of bemusement amplified by having spent the previous days basking in the languid, honeyed charms of Luang Prabang), we look dumbly at each other for inspiration. What is there to do here? ...