A journey through South-East
Vang Vien, November 22
A long day on the road today
for me and Bianca. We moved from Luang Prabang to Vang Vien,
taking the bus (another one-option-decision).
One hundred ninety kilometer
in seven hours on the route thirteen, the one that is 'paved
all the way'. A road
like a giant grey snake, turning endlessly through jungle,
passing miniature villages, climbing up and
down mountains, hitting uncounted pot-holes.
Tip and Kira were
on the bus, too - a nice surprise. Peter and Isabel stayed
in Luang Prabang, we met for a last dinner yesterday evening.
'How to say goodbye' - this is the one chapter missing in
the guidebook. What to say to someone you met on the road,
someone you shared a meal of fried fish, papaya salad and
sticky rice with, someone who lent you a sweater when you
were freezing? We said 'enjoy your journey', 'take care' and
'have a nice life'...
But that was yesterday,
and today it's Vang Vien, a small town, nestled in a bend
of the Nam Song river, surrounded by karst mountains, famous
for its scenic sunsets that seem to last for hours - and for
floating down said river in inner tubes, preferable at sunet
Part 6: The
travelogue is part of the subside travelzine