The goddess has a heart and a sense of humour
Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005After dragging my tired self to the bus terminal for an 8am express to Vientiane, i arrived to conflicting and opposing accounts of where i could buy a ticket, and finally words that i understood “Bus is full”.
This left me a whole day to kill in Luang Prabang before the night bus. i returned to my guesthouse to leave my pack at the counter but was invited to return it to the dorm. inside the dorm only one traveller remained, so we went for coffee, as it seemed too synchronous a meeting to do otherwise. We discussed writing, buddhism, and death (as you do on a first meeting) before exchanging emails.
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Jyai