Day 128. On a bus, somewhere in Laos.

Cycling was never an option for today's 20 mile trip out to Buddha park, so we dropped off our bikes and picked up a nifty fifty moped.

Built 50 years ago on the whim of a wealthy but hopelessly misguided monk, the park is a curious, mish mash of a place, filled to overflowing with statues and deities drawn from both Buddhist and Hindu faiths.

The idea is laudable enough. You know, world peace, one religion and all that. But the overall effect is a bit of a mess, especially as there doesn't seem to have been much park maintenance going on in recent times.

I mean, Ganesh minus a tusk, a fingerless Vishnu and countless Buddhas covered in poison ivy is hardly the kind of imagery to set an unbeliever's heart racing is it.

A pleasant afternoon nevertheless, and a good opportunity to stretch the old legs before boarding our night bus to the south of the country.