Wish we hadn't bothered.
Keith, Stuey and Caz had all posted their photos from last weekend's wedding and seeing everyone having such a brilliant time made us extremely homesick. Great dress by the way Catherine, and Hoady, please write and tell us what tune was making you pull that gimp face on the dancefloor.
More automotive fun and games in the afternoon. We sat on our connecting bus to Vang Vieng for an hour and a half before the driver decided he had enough passengers to make the trip worthwhile.
The bus, described in the blurb as being 'for VIP's', was a late '50's Romanian model sporting the world's first tepid air-con system, deluxe vinyl seats that were so hot they made our skin blister and a luggage storage system that discharged rucksacks like oversized mortar shells each time we took a particularly sharp bend.
Delirium had set in by the time we reached our destination. Wend was foaming at the mouth, some French passengers were hatching a plot to kill and eat the conductor and I lost my mind completely and started listening to James Blunt on the ipod.
Actually, I made that last bit up, things will never get that bad.
The day was redeemed when we got chatting to Dennis and Pru, a Canberra couple who'd had the foresight to book a room at the coolest hotel in town. We shared a Tuk-tuk from the bus station and nailed the last available double. Wend's foaming mouth convincing the manager we were deserving of a 10% discount.
An uplifting end to a stinking 24 hours.
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It was Hoady's guilty pleasure - Sweet Child o Mine by Guns n Roses. Of course. x
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