With no electricity (and therefore light) after ten o'clock in the evening, our days ended (and began) early. We spent most nights watching the impressive lightning storms raging in the distance, and occasionally drinking in the nearby bar with some Swiss fellows, an Irishman and an Australian who we had met on the sleeper bus. These were the entire occupancy of our little bungalow resort.
We spent one day exploring our island and the island next to it. These were linked together by an out-of-place French railway bridge between the two.
I jest, but locals really were jumping off the bridge at sunset
and letting the current carry them back to their homes!
After a long, hot day of adventuring we took a dip with some water buffalo!
After five or six days here we were sad to leave, but a lack of organisation on our part meant a lengthy foray back to Pakse to make use of their banks and ATMs, which Don Det was sadly lacking.
Pakse held limited attractions for us, but we managed to make our own fun.
We eagerly anticipated the day and a half trip on to Siem Reap, Cambodia.
1 comments:
the title of that last post set me off into giggles. Oliver liked it too. "running hammock!" hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
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