Blimey this is a nice place. Giant limestone cliffs have become a recurring feature on the trip; firstly at El Nido in the Philippines, then at Ton Sai in Thailand, and now its Laos' turn, with the dramatic stacks that lie beyond the banks of the Nam Song river.
In dire need of some exercise after sitting on buses and boats for two days, we cycled to one of the region's many caves in the morning. Unlike the user-friendly caverns we'd clambered through in New Zealand however, this was more of a headtorch and hard hat expereince. But of course, Laos being Laos no hard hat was provided, so Wend bottled it after 5 metres and opted out.
This left just me and my diminutive guide to crawl through the opening on our tummys (guess who found this the most difficult; a 4'2" Laos whippersnapper, or a fat geordie).
A lot of effort for not too much reward if truth be told.
Met with Dennis and Pru later for beers and nosh. A very pleasant and entertaining evening that we've arranged to repeat at their posh hotel in Luang Prabang in 3 day's time (rest assured, the Smiths will be staying somewhere more modest - but it'd be a shame not to at least pretend we're guests at the nobbiest accommodation in northern Laos).
Watched Charlton stuff West Ham later. Alan Curbishley has the look of a broken man, wearing an expression not dissimilar to the one Dennis pulled earlier on being told the restaurant had run out of Lager.
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