Shrugging our shoulders in Vientiane

We left Vientianne bemused; we weren’t really sure what, if anything, we had just experienced. It’s a strange city, very understated save for a couple of notable examples, and well earns its reputation for the sleepiest capital city in the world. Getting there was the usual nightmare, Laotian bus travel has not been a high … Continue reading Shrugging our shoulders in Vientiane

Kicking back in a rehabilitated party town – Vang Vieng

The bus journey from Phonsovan to Vang Vieng was a quick 4 hours, but was absolutely stomach churning and, for Caro, was one of the worst ones yet. It was still breathtaking; Laos has to have some of the most underrated countryside that we have come across. Matt was still with us, lucky him, and … Continue reading Kicking back in a rehabilitated party town – Vang Vieng

Attempting to fathom the unfathomable at the Plain of Jars – Phonsavan

Going to Phonsavan struck the perfect balance for us; we were going off the beaten track, but not so far off it that tourists were unheard of and so a bit of infrastructure is in place. Just three white people arrived in Phonsavan from Luang Prabang that day, us and a guy called Matt. Probably … Continue reading Attempting to fathom the unfathomable at the Plain of Jars – Phonsavan