We took a bus from Luang Prabang to Vang Vieng and then another from Vang Vieng to Vientiane. The first leg was the windiest road either of us had been on. It snaked around mountains and made its way through some really hilly territory. The second leg wasn't as windy yet two people on the bus were sick (as in vomited, upchucked, threw up). They were locals too which didn't bode well for the few foreigners on the bus. There were plastic bags hanging in the bus for that specific purpose.
On the bus, Aaron chatted up a monk who was travelling with his brother, also a monk. We wondered: is that brother in the biological sense or spiritual sense?
On another note, I just realized that my skirt, which I wear practically every day, was last washed at Zoe's place. In Mongolia. The skirt's been through four countries since. Through sweat, spilled food, dust, muddy roads, cats jumping on my lap...
We're now in Siem Reap, Cambodia.
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2 comments:
Good to hear that you are enjoying yourself too much to do the cloths wash thing. Mongolia wishes you all the best.
When are you coming home? Am in desperate need of Ultimate spares, and babysitters.
KC
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