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We made it out of Vietnam in the nick of time. Packed tightly in a bus resurected from the 1970s we trumbled through the Central villages of Laos. Every mile or so we slowed to a slow rumble to consume more people, animals and noodles on our roof, in the aisles and on my lap. A mix of Thai, Lao, Vietnamese and English were spoken however we never understood what was going on. The leader, a lao man dressed in camo proceded to bribe the customs agents while giggling and holding a giant wad of money, he hassled the passengers who decided to bring giant containers of salted fish and screamed SAVAY!!! at the top of his lungs for most of the 7 hours, luckily I was reading a book about riding local trains in India so this trip seamed like a piece o cake. We stopped briefly to buy chickens on sticks from the local children, Dan and I had only doll-hairs so we were nervous to buy the whole stick chicken, stuck w/ sprite and sticky rice i looked enviously on the crowd slurping down freshly speared and fried chicken parts. I think as a bus we consumed 47 chickens. Well, with the rain subsided, the mekong brimming with life and the people as jolly as swedish at the beach we are in Laos. So far we've met a German who wants to open a French Bakery but doesn't think the people are communist enough, we drank beer and we aren't on a bus. Talk to you soon.
We made it out of Vietnam in the nick of time. Packed tightly in a bus resurected from the 1970s we trumbled through the Central villages of Laos. Every mile or so we slowed to a slow rumble to consume more people, animals and noodles on our roof, in the aisles and on my lap. A mix of Thai, Lao, Vietnamese and English were spoken however we never understood what was going on. The leader, a lao man dressed in camo proceded to bribe the customs agents while giggling and holding a giant wad of money, he hassled the passengers who decided to bring giant containers of salted fish and screamed SAVAY!!! at the top of his lungs for most of the 7 hours, luckily I was reading a book about riding local trains in India so this trip seamed like a piece o cake. We stopped briefly to buy chickens on sticks from the local children, Dan and I had only doll-hairs so we were nervous to buy the whole stick chicken, stuck w/ sprite and sticky rice i looked enviously on the crowd slurping down freshly speared and fried chicken parts. I think as a bus we consumed 47 chickens. Well, with the rain subsided, the mekong brimming with life and the people as jolly as swedish at the beach we are in Laos. So far we've met a German who wants to open a French Bakery but doesn't think the people are communist enough, we drank beer and we aren't on a bus. Talk to you soon.
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