Luang Prabang, Laos

Finally, a city that has what I'd consider a decent street. I was up early this morning, weirdly, and caught the 10am bus North from Vian Vieng. Good thing, as it was apparently the last bus of the day. It was a six hour bus ride and there was nary a seat to spare. I got squooshed next to another guy who turned out to be Renato from Brazil. We chatted over the course of the second half of the trip and went room hunting together when we finally arrived into town.

The drive here was gorgeous though, the hills stood jagged from the earth and thrust up into the sky, piercing the clouds. Somewhat reminiscent of New Zealand with the fierceness of the hills.

Renato and I had a pleasant dinner after finding the main street, which in full swing as an evening market filled the road with Laotians sitting by their wares. For the first time in Laos, I felt the hum of activity.

Just ran into Justin as I sat down here, who left Vian Vieng two days ago, ahead of me. Seems like he's enjoying this place, and I think that I shall as well.

So, in the converse of the age old adage, "early to bed, early to rise," I follow the lazier more sensible course of, "early to rise, early to bed." So, that's it for now.