Crossing to Laos

I finally crossed the borderland of Laos safely. Waited for the local guide which I had a hard time locating, I was all panicky and with sweaty palms and sticky hair soaked from the torrential downpour. It was nice to learn that amongst the crowds were fellow travelers that speak English. I was stuck here for an hour and half before a skinny, five feet odd scaly dark-skinned villager showed up. "You must be Thrun? Hi, I'm Joanne…I've been here since two hours ago…is the flood going to subside a little…?" I was just so elated that I kept rumbling on. As it happened, I was supposed to take a commuter plane to Luang Prabang, but it broke down before it could take off and I have to followed him up the road to a local shack near the border at Pra Bang. It was an old hut, which seemed to me no less dangerous, apart from only two hour of available electricity in the evening; enough for me to take shower that drips sparingly and a dim bulb that could barely lit up my entire face. That night, I had to clean myself with a hand towel that I have brought and my Maglite torch clenched between my upper and lower jaws, to leave my hands free to wash myself.


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*LAOS - LAND OF MILLION ELEPHANTS*
Land of Million Elephants \| From Chang Mai \| At the Thai Border \| Crossing to Laos \| Truck to Luang Prabang \| Nam Ngum River \| Van Vieng \| Luang Prabang \| End of Journey
	Crossing to Laos I finally crossed the borderland of Laos safely. Waited for the local guide which I had a hard time locating, I was all panicky and with sweaty palms and sticky hair soaked from the torrential downpour. It was nice to learn that amongst the crowds were fellow travelers that speak English. I was stuck here for an hour and half before a skinny, five feet odd scaly dark-skinned villager showed up. "You must be Thrun? Hi, I'm Joanne…I've been here since two hours ago…is the flood going to subside a little…?" I was just so elated that I kept rumbling on. As it happened, I was supposed to take a commuter plane to Luang Prabang, but it broke down before it could take off and I have to followed him up the road to a local shack near the border at Pra Bang. It was an old hut, which seemed to me no less dangerous, apart from only two hour of available electricity in the evening; enough for me to take shower that drips sparingly and a dim bulb that could barely lit up my entire face. That night, I had to clean myself with a hand towel that I have brought and my Maglite torch clenched between my upper and lower jaws, to leave my hands free to wash myself.