Laos comes to an end....

After our exciting day in Phonsevah the posse headed down to Vang Vieng, which is the ultimate tourist town. (The degree of touristy was great since there was an internet cafe that could recover the 300 pictures I had erased off my camera the day prior). It was also great because we went tubing down the river. This was not your normal tie beers to the tube and take in the scenary kinda float...it was more like bars with ginormous rope swings and ziplines on the shore tubing. Somehow being with boys made me feel as though I had to participate in flinging myself into the river from heights I was terrified of...but once I tried it had to admit it was kinda of fun. And ofcourse the bars had BOCCE ball (Some poeple here think it is bols, but I still think its called Bocce) courts. Other than tubing, Rach and I spent a couple of days biking around, trying unsuccesfully to see some caves. We also spent a day climbing at the small crag outside of Vang Vieng. It is located right next to one of the bars by the river so we spent the day climbing to oldschool rap music (My personal favorite was MC Hammer)...gotta love the outdoors. We went out to a club with the climbing guides that our British friends went out with, a little bit of Kareoke (unfortunatly chrismas music was all they could offer in English) and a little bit of Laotian dancing makes for a good time always.

From there we made our way to Vientienne, the capital and realized there was not much there except a lot of contruction, so we caught a bus to Bangkok and have been here for a few days. Our British mates left us yesterday, so for the first time since we arrived in Asia, Rach and I are traveling alone.