7:00am - Wake up in cold, concrete room that costs $2
7:15 - finally get out of bed and to get to bus station
7:45 - Tuk-tuk drops me off at bus station
8:45 - 8:00 bus finally leaves and I realize I could have slept in for another hour
8:45 to 11:30 - ride old, beat up bus through bumpy, winding roads through the mountains. Watch local puke as a result. Start conversations with westerners on bus... conclude that they are lame and stop talking to them
11:30 - stop at village for lunch. Sit down and ask for standard pork noodle soup. Eat soup and decide that the meat tasted a bit wierd. While leaving restaurant notice two ground hog sized rats in a cage on display. Realize what I just ate.
12:00 - more winding roads. A Local pukes from motion sickness.
6:00 - Arrive at town. Decide I want to leave town as soon as possible
7:00 - Find guesthouse and take warm shower.
8:00 - Eat at local market stand. Locals giggle. Look for jacket but all are too small.
8:45 - Get on internet to research next destination. Trade english books with Loas girl learning english. Loas girl rips me off.
9:00 - Get indigestion and go back to guest house. Forced to use traditional squat toilet.
9:45 - Have beers with lame Americans. They get drunk and obnoxious. Local gets angry and yells at them. I ditch the lame Americans. Feel much shame.
10:30- Go to bed in a cold, concrete room
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3 comments:
ahh..........the good life. why would you ever come back to the USA
sounds like oh-so-much fun.....
SB
just glad your still alive...rats are probably bad for you.
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