We set off leisurely in the late morning to walk around the town. Stopped in a weird looking restaurant with a double bed, TV and kitchen kind of blended in with the restaurant tables. A truly unique experience. We had previously been refused service at a nearby emporium because of it being International Women’s Day.
After few minutes, we received great coffee followed with complimentary herbal tea and a numero uno omelette with herbs. VIVA Women’s day. What a treat.
So much for Teresa’s much awaited day without cycling: instead a hot and humid cycle around the island, but with lots of breaks and no heavy panniers. The island felt like a desert with nothing to offer but meeting other cyclists and greeting locals getting drunk for their ladies holiday was quite interesting. Tadek tried a kind of pork meat crackling served with herbs and lettuce accompanied with a sweet chilli sauce: works well as a bite with a cold beer (a recommendation from a table of revellers next door).
Just before we left our last pit stop, we met two cycling tourists, both French from Paris in there mid 30’s. The girl was born in Thailand with Lao parents who had emigrated to France 6 months after she was born. This was her first time in Laos since her parents left, but she could communicate in four languages inclusive of Lao. They told us a story that they have been dragged in to join a party early in the morning to celebrate a house completion (which was apparently nowhere near finished).
Red like a beetroot, got back for a cooling shower and evening’s rest on the riverside walking promenade. We need to splurge a bit before double pricing in nearby Cambodia (plus we have too much Lao kip left – shame!)
Cycled 38km, planned to cycle nothing!
Sorry - not many exciting pictures today as there was nothing on the tour of the island of real interest!
After few minutes, we received great coffee followed with complimentary herbal tea and a numero uno omelette with herbs. VIVA Women’s day. What a treat.
So much for Teresa’s much awaited day without cycling: instead a hot and humid cycle around the island, but with lots of breaks and no heavy panniers. The island felt like a desert with nothing to offer but meeting other cyclists and greeting locals getting drunk for their ladies holiday was quite interesting. Tadek tried a kind of pork meat crackling served with herbs and lettuce accompanied with a sweet chilli sauce: works well as a bite with a cold beer (a recommendation from a table of revellers next door).
Just before we left our last pit stop, we met two cycling tourists, both French from Paris in there mid 30’s. The girl was born in Thailand with Lao parents who had emigrated to France 6 months after she was born. This was her first time in Laos since her parents left, but she could communicate in four languages inclusive of Lao. They told us a story that they have been dragged in to join a party early in the morning to celebrate a house completion (which was apparently nowhere near finished).
Red like a beetroot, got back for a cooling shower and evening’s rest on the riverside walking promenade. We need to splurge a bit before double pricing in nearby Cambodia (plus we have too much Lao kip left – shame!)
Cycled 38km, planned to cycle nothing!
Sorry - not many exciting pictures today as there was nothing on the tour of the island of real interest!