Last day in Vientiane before we head East towards the promise land that Vietnam has come to represent for us. The coast, the beach, and the food. We aren't sure how much technology we'll encounter on our way over because it's not exactly the tourist trail, most people seem to fly from here to Hanoi.
I might be taking some material from Adam and Jesse who claimed they would blog yesterday or today..... so with that fear, ill try to keep it relatively short and a little specific.
Some sights from Vientiane:
The swimming pool. It's hot as hell here with no beaches and a dirty river, so we hit the pool. We didn't exactly escape the river though....just a big bowl filled with water from a hose, most likely straight from the river. No filtration of course. Leaves, twigs, and other tree droppings littered the surface. The deep end was murky. Our ventures in were short-lived.
Mini-golf. 18 holes squished within a lot smaller than our basement suite in Vic. The greens were concrete and each hole was bordered by a low guard rail....otherwise, the balls would just roll right off. We played skins in teams (each hole is worth money) and Adam and I took 17 of 18 from Jesse and our English friend Billy. I should say, however, that it was all Adam. It was 17 straight until the last whole where an embittered Jesse salvaged a little something with a hole in one. Funny place.
It hasn't all been western leisure in an eastern frame. Seen some temples. A park full of Buddhist and Hindu statues. Walked around, ate some food, and read some books. All in all, Vientiane's been a good time.
You might have to count a week before you hear from us again, and maybe we'll be in Vietnam when you do.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
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Yea, dill seemed like he'd had better times. I think it's more like pool than golf. And I got the sharkeyes Dill. Except he did redeem himself at the bar that night against some English bloke on the pool table. The guy was running it for an hour and after I got tossed, Dill hit some silly bank shots to clutch victory. Just like Billy's story of the old guy on the motorbike - "you're a HEeero" Scrump.
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