Vientiane
Visited the most important monument in Lao. The others must look really unimportant.
It is raining a lot here - which is slightly disappointing as I'm hearing stories of gorgeous sunny days at home! However, it does mean it's slightly cooler here. I was almost chilly on the tuk-tuk/pick-up truck thing I went on to the train station. This was a particularly packed journey, with six people each side plus luggage, with most of the journey spent collecting a second skin of dust.
The train station is, I think, the only one in Laos. They seem pretty proud of it, as there was quite a display of photos of its construction, which bored even me. The journey was all but 5 minutes in Lao, crossing the border into Thailand over the Friendship Bridge. I guess that name could become ironic if the two countries are ever at war.
The sleeper train in Thailand was very different to all those I've been on before. You lie along the direction of motion, rather than perpendicular to it, which could lead to some painful head bashing when the train brakes sharply. This was probably the most comfortable of all trains, but sleep was limited for two reasons:
a) They didn't switch the bloody lights off. Retards.
b) Vomiting child number two was near us (this is where I miss compartments). This time the child, who also goes under the name of Screaming child, and Choking child was in female form, and had four older relatives whose brainpower put together would only just equal that of Vomiting child number one's grandmother.
Photos: building up very slowly due to rain and lack of excitment in Vientiane. The river promenade was nice.
Visited the most important monument in Lao. The others must look really unimportant.
It is raining a lot here - which is slightly disappointing as I'm hearing stories of gorgeous sunny days at home! However, it does mean it's slightly cooler here. I was almost chilly on the tuk-tuk/pick-up truck thing I went on to the train station. This was a particularly packed journey, with six people each side plus luggage, with most of the journey spent collecting a second skin of dust.
The train station is, I think, the only one in Laos. They seem pretty proud of it, as there was quite a display of photos of its construction, which bored even me. The journey was all but 5 minutes in Lao, crossing the border into Thailand over the Friendship Bridge. I guess that name could become ironic if the two countries are ever at war.
The sleeper train in Thailand was very different to all those I've been on before. You lie along the direction of motion, rather than perpendicular to it, which could lead to some painful head bashing when the train brakes sharply. This was probably the most comfortable of all trains, but sleep was limited for two reasons:
a) They didn't switch the bloody lights off. Retards.
b) Vomiting child number two was near us (this is where I miss compartments). This time the child, who also goes under the name of Screaming child, and Choking child was in female form, and had four older relatives whose brainpower put together would only just equal that of Vomiting child number one's grandmother.
Photos: building up very slowly due to rain and lack of excitment in Vientiane. The river promenade was nice.
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