Famous Five Get Roast Lunch

Trip Start Jan 31, 2011
Trip End Dec 15, 2011

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Flag of Lao Peoples Dem Rep  , Champasak,
Sunday, July 17, 2011

09:45 I woke several times in the night for my sparrow bladder and this involved trudging out of my hut to the nearby other hut to the squat toilet. The last time I did this was Mongolia, so at least I didn't have to 'dress' to go outside. Our hut is right over the Mekong river and were I a lad, I'm sure I'd just stand on the balcony and go there rather than have to wander about for am appropriate 'facility'! Darn it.
10:16 We Rented bikes at our bungalow and rode up to 'town' to where we ate last night as we were due to meet Paul, Jane, Josh and Kat for our day out round the island. I had pancakes and tea for brekkie....then it rained, hard. We ate and it stopped after about half an hour.
10:46 I think we've found the only gay in the village. The guy working at the others place has makeup, painted nails -hands and toes, and a diamond hairclip in his blond hair, although he is also really very strong looking!
12:33 We rode down the island through many many rice fields and on the old railway track which is a fantastic bit of road that's not flooded with muddy puddles to challenge your bike riding skills. We paid to cross the bridge to the other island -20,000K for foreigners! 5,000 for locals. A bit steep really. A bit further on after being passed by loads of tourist gold buggys full of Chinese/Japanese tourists- who don't come and stay on the islands- rather they come for a day out from Pakse most likley, we got to Li Phi waterfall. This is a huge expanse of the river that is a cross between some serious rapids for super pro kayakers, and a waterfall. The water really was raging and fast and the colour of it would have suited it for a chocolate factory as a chocolate mixer. Once again it rained heavily for a short time, but remained hot!
13:35 We set off back from the waterfall with one thing on our minds -Sunday roast at King Kong - a guesthouse just south of the bridge next to the river. We read about it in the Bible that is the Lonely Planet and couldn't resist.
The ride took us a different road back, we had come down the railway track in the middle of the island, and now we followed the path right by the Mekong.
We got to King Kong and found we were early as the roast wouldn't be served till 3. The guy who owns the place is a liverpool lad called Mini, and has been a chef for the last 20 years living in various places, but has settled on Don Det after marrying a local and from what I can tell leads a hassle free life chain smoking spliffs but serving great western food.

We drank and chatted with him as he served various people drinks and oversaw lunch. He rolled joint after joint and the funniest thing he talked about was how he hated monkeys because they're so vicious- they pull the heads off chickens (thereby killing them) and rape cats! He was an amusing fellow with all we chatted about. 

Finally lunch arrived- roast chicken, stuffing, roast potatoes, carrots, green beans, apple sauce and gravy. I just inhaled it! Even better was he asked if we wanted a bit more.... seconds?? I wasn't at a pub I was round a friends house! Hell yeh! So I got some slices of pork, gravy and potatoes. Fantastic!! I've been missing roast dinners hugely! For pudding I shared a heated up chocolate cake with custard, which was divine, and also a happy cake. He reckoned the effects would arrive around 7/8pm.

We were joined after a while by a couple of Americans who seemed very spaced out already and had odd theories on preferring to live in a digital world instead of the real world. I won't attempt explanation, you had to be there.

We left about 530 after spending a good 4 hours there, and cycled back up to what was becoming the usual drinking spot.
18:29 I write this section from the day after as at this point in the evening I was gone. Absolutely pyjamaed, totally trousered. I was cross eyed with being so stoned I just remember being quite giggly, then really tired and totally unable to concentrate on what anyone was saying for more than 10 seconds before getting lost in my own thoughts for about 10 seconds then thinking I must concentrate on what they're saying and doing so for about 10 seconds before getting lost in my own thoughts again. I also had bouts of not knowing where I was, not remembering how the conversation started and things just looking different. Within an hour of the onset I'd eaten a sandwich, walked home with the bike holding me up and was in bed at 8, the world spinning and me just wanting to sleep for a hundred years. It was clearly strong stuff and I've never done it before, did I enjoy it? Not really if I'm honest, I was far too 'gone' and knew it and didn't like that. I won't be doing that again, no really, I actually won't. 

Best: Sunday roast

Worst: not quite being with it that evening

Beautiful: the island scenery
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