Vientiane
Friday, February 22nd, 2008 
Pete Writes: To get to Vietiane we decided to take the night bus (1st and last in Laos). Back seat + no leg room + non reclining seat = VERY LITTLE SLEEP. After a pants night sleep we arrived in the Capital at 4am, nothing opened until 6ish, so we cracked open the domino’s and chilled out. We finally got a room at 9am, needless to say once my body was horizontal I was out for the count..
After writing off the first day, we decided that hiring a scooter to explore some of the city would be a good idea. Although after getting slightly lost, then being pulled over by the police for going down a one way street the wrong way (luckily I used my Cann charm and blagged myself out of another fine… 2nd time now!) we decided that maybe it was an omen to walk.
We suddenly had the realisation that we only had another 20 days to fit in Vietnam and Cambodia so had to hot foot it towards the border. During our next 8 hour day bus (leaving night ones alone for a while) we were cruising along the road when all of a sudden the back tyre blew. It may not of been so bad if it did not rip the floor of the bus open like a tin of sardines spraying dust and rubber into the air. All of the passengers were off their feet in seconds cowering to other side of the bus. SCARY!! The crazy thing is once they had bent the metal back into place, put on the spare tyre and swept up we were all ushered back onto the bus for remaining 3 hours (only in Asia!).

Chloe Writes: Vientiane is another of Laos laid back cities, just like the rest of the country really. Day 2 (we spent the first one asleep), was spent on the back of a scooter, sightseeing. We went to Buddha park, where on the grassy banks of the Mekong river, giant stone statues of Buddhas and Hindu gods stare down at you with the most bizarre expressions.
Then on to Pha That Luang, a large golden stupor, Laos most famous monument, which is impressive from a distance but on closer inspection could do with a good lick of paint. In the evening we immersed ourselves in some Lao culture in the form of traditional song and dance (not dissimilar from the Thai dancing we had at our wedding), then on to a ‘roll your own spring roll’ restaurant - i think next time we’ll leave this to the professionals.
The next day we failed miserably to get up for the bus and spent another day in the city eating french bread, brie and smoked salmon (having found an amazing but hideously expensive supermarket), drinking red wine and playing domino’s (yup were still hooked after 3 months), LUSH.
Next stop Vietnam, and god knows how many more lethal bus journeys ;o).
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Buddha Park

Stone statue

Stupor

The tasty baguettes aren’t the only things inherited from the French

Traditional Lao Dancers

The fun bus……This was where a Danish girl was sat





















