Arrived 22/6/2011
I experienced the thrill of a bus ride back up to Phou Khoun. Upon which I have concluded that I’ll be happy to stick with riding my bike. I reckon there is a much higher chance of being in crash on a bus than on a bike. We constantly drove on the wrong side of the road, and yes, unsurprisingly we almost crashed to some oncoming traffic after they blasted their horn at us. Waking our driver up (not sure if was asleep but he didn’t exactly have the quickest reactions) he swerved and missed the oncoming traffic directing us straight towards the cliff edge, hard swerve again and we back on our side of the road. Exciting! If you want to die. The wee truck we narrowly missed chased us down and arguments began and continued for about half an hour. Couldn’t see any damage to them but it was all a big commotion.
I arrived at the familiar town of Phou Khoun but decided to try a different guest house. Got my own toilet this time, but the water doesn’t work, I’m directly off a lounge and the room smells of damp cement dust I should have gone back to my room with the mint view. Live and learn ay… slowly.
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