IN THE TUBING!
Trip Start Aug 19, 2010
92Trip End Aug 31, 2011
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It is again a funny little town; we could instantly understand why the more sensible, more righteous ‘real traveller’ or just plain boring people we have met along our travels have said no way, not going there
We arrived through acres and acres of lush green forestry and mountains; Laos has an incredible back drop with gorgeous green landscape we rode through such beautiful scenery that when we arrived it felt like what I imagine Las Vegas to be; nothing around then suddenly a town pops up out of nowhere! Our first sight were bikini clad girls, with fluorescent paint half rubbed off and mud to their knees staggering down the street, half naked boys shouting and laughing…make of that what you will! We looked for a hostel and decided we needed to rest some more for a few days before embarking on any tubing or drinking madness.
We got told there are over seventy hostels here which is impressive considering there is only one main street with a few dotted off it in the middle of nowhere, the bars and restaurants that line the street are big with huge comfortable pillows and seating areas all over the raised platforms with small leg tables and huge televisions showing mostly re runs of friends and south park. Most of the places here are like that, which seems a bit odd but for us was easy to get into it, laying down with a cold beer and in my case a can of coke eating tuna baguettes and pizza watching some mindless tv repeats was just what we needed!
We spent a while here and once completely recovered from general fatigue and sickness from Malarone, we spent days getting un-recovered!
We drifted down the river back to town in a state of euphoria, shouting our abuses at each other and discussing the complexities of the Laos mountains being impenetrable making them even more beautiful; it was a perfect end to a perfect trip, although we have 12 days remaining it felt the last time we were going to party and although we have done a fair bit of partying on this trip, this time felt epic. It was bloody brilliant; the pictures look filthy and my descriptions cant do it justice, all I can say is when you are jamming on a makeshift raft drinking whisky with randoms dancing in your swimming trunks and the sun is setting down on a gorgeous landscape; at that moment nothing else can exist. Anish was casualty number two that night after we staggered down the road to our hostel in soaking wet trunks, laughing hysterically, cuts and brusies all over our bodies and body paint everywhere discussing how we were in fact those people we had saw on the first night. Make of that what you will!