After sadly saying goodbye to lovely Luang Phrabang we got picked up from our guesthouse to head for Vang Vieng (VV). Not learning the lesson from getting a ‘tour’ to places we had booked a transfer from our guesthouse to VV – I was pleased that we got a nice seat on a mini bus but was very much upset when we got to a mini bus centre, 10 mins later, and had to change buses. These were uncomfortable and (again) we were all rammed in. The only plus side is we had some cool people in the bus to chat to and reminice about Newcastle (they were from Low Fell)!
Anyway, Stu was stuck next to Barry Owens and a couple that insisted on kissing each other at regular intervals so he thoroughly enjoyed the 5 hour mini bus journey which was also at a worringly high speed.
We arrived in VV safely but were shocked to find that the “spectacular natural playground” (Rough Guide, 2005) was in fact a built up town with no character. We managed to find an guesthouse that overlooked the river and was quite comfy and had a cute pet pig. We had a few beers with the people from the mini bus that night and the man from the ‘bucket bar’ kept plying us with free drink – Adam was very sorry about this when he felt rather ‘ill’!
We did give VV a chance but we just felt we did not fit in there – think drunk brittish teenagers shouting alot, where the greatest cultural activity was sitting in one of the many bars showing endless episodes of Friends. We did partake in the tubing (getting on a inflated tractor tube and floating down the river stopping off at bars along the way – they just pull you into the bars from the water). This was fun but I had my sensible head on (I know this does not happen often) and did not drink too much as the river was actually very full and the currents strong.
The day after the tubing we decided enough was enough and booked ourselves onto a bus to Vientiene to see Rachel!







































