Here me and my new Norwegian travelling companion Bard hired bikes to visit the cultural sites before going on an elephant ride through the Mekong river. But the trip was definitely worth it with Luang Prabang being a definite highlight of my South East Asia adventures (even despite its 11:30pm curfew where everyone has to be back in their hotels by midnight or else!). There was nothing VIP about it and despite the incredible views I’ve probably never felt so sick on a bus in my entire life…although having a hangover from tubing the day before probably didn’t help matters too much either. My final port of call in Laos was Luang Prabang via a 7 hour ‘VIP’ bus service through the mountains. But a lot of fun was had and I also went on a rock climbing day which was also cool – apart from one over vertical bit where I literally froze and started shouting expletives at everyone on the ground…but we won’t mention too much about that. So I guess you are now building up an image of Vang Vieng as not the most cultural of destinations. Every restaurant in town has old episodes of Friends playing back to back on huge TVs…although this seems to have now been extended to include The Simpsons and Family Guy. Vang Vieng is also known for its Friends phenomenon. You all know how much, as a mathematician, I like numbers so here’s a final treat for you…Ģ00 days, 17 flights, 14 countries, 13 US states, 11 islands, 3 cameras (2 broken, one lost), 3 pairs of sunglasses, 4 AK-47 shots, 3 massages (one blind, one fish), 2 elephant rides, a floating bar, 2 thumb wars (one win, one loss), a jellyfish sting, 26 hours spent on a bus in Argentina, 7 days spent with a dodgy stomach, 3 amazing steaks, not enough Boost juices, 5 karaoke songs sung horrendously, 5 bowls of salsa, 24 hour Elvis videos, 47 degree heat, a farting penguin, 2 travelling companions left behind, numerous games of Uno, a hospital visit, Route 36, Route 66, 35 passport stamps, 5 dollar footlongs, Paul’s 14 year old love interest, 3 overnight trains, an angry biker, 43km Inca trail, 5 jumping crocodiles, 2 ruined pairs of shoes, one night in Denham, a peeping tom, 6 marching ducks, 4 dunkin donuts, 2 prison visits, 16 nights in Bunnies, 34 days in Britney (RIP Justin), a wrestling midget, 3 stubbed toes, 33 new Facebook friends, a bit of mud wrestling, some terribly long hair, a bit of skinny dipping, loads of bloody waterfalls, a shed load of beer…
Now some of you are probably concerned as I am about the lack of numbers that have frequented this blog.
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