Hedonists paradise? Lovely countryside? Well, its both. I stayed in my cheapest accommodation yet which cost the equivelant of $5. It was a little monastic, lets put it that way. I parked myself at the Aussie Bar (highbrow as I am accused of being I could not resist the lure of really cold beer) and as 6pm rolled around watched the walking wounded returning from tubing. Half naked and covered in their identifying marks (to identify you if you drown or drink so much lao lao you can't remember your name) they poured into the bars showing episodes of Friends and Family Guy in an endless loop. I can't say I didn't indulge in the TV fest - when in Rome right? So the day after the night before I decided to check out the caves and karst mountains that Vang Vieng is otherwise known for. Armed with a map I headed out for a walk on the other side of the river. Unfortunatly its burning season in northern Laos at the moment where the farmers are preparing their fields. The smoke reduces visability to nearly nothing. Regardless I spent a couple of hours walking the fields and seeing the caves with a single serving friend I met along the way. Without them I couldn't have been nearly so intrepid or seen half of what I did. I feel like I should have spent more time doing the place some sort of justice but with the smoke and the hangover I just needed to move on.
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