20 June – Poi Pet, Cambodia – Sa Kaeo,
Thailand – 85 km
I left the dusty border town of Poi Pet and
cycled to the Cambodia/Thai border. It was a chaotic place with
cross-border traders, pushing their produce-laden carts along.
Foot passengers were forming long queues on both sides of the
border, while motorised traffic weaved across the road to switch
from right-hand drive to left-hand drive. Sometimes, it is a
real pleas ure to be on a bicycle. I zig-zagged my way
through the heavy traffic and was waved to the front of the
As always, I headed to the cash machine, but
this time I did not use my South African bank card, but my Thai
bank card, and drew money paid in by the tenant of my newly
purchased flat. It made me giggle.
It was a super day on the road, as it was
exactly what I love about cycle touring. I headed, roughly, in a
westerly direction. I had no destination and no plan for the
day. I just wanted to explore the countryside. No sooner than a
limestone pinnacle loomed ahead, and I thought it a good place
to explore as it was bound to have a temple and a cave. I found
a road heading in that direction that was just begging to be
explored. I soon reached the base of the pinnacle, and there
they were: caves and temples! I spent some time exploring, as
you can climb a steep staircase to a gap in the mountain
that gives a magnificent view of the countryside. You can even
get a blessing from the resident monk on the way up.
The area would have made a perfect camp for
the night, but the many monkeys were sure to trash the tent, and
I decided against such a move.
It was midday and time to look at the map.
The nearby town of Sa Kaeo looked like a viable option, and I
headed in that direction. There was not much to see in the small
town of Sa Kaeo, but it was the provincial capital, and, as with
every provincial capital, it had a Big C supermarket and a KFC.
I looked about for a room. This turned out to be not all that
easy, as I cannot read the Thai script. Eventually, I pulled
into a place that looked like a cheap hotel; it was multi-story,
had parking in the front, and there was a huge picture of the
King on the outside of the building. It turned out that I was
right, and after negotiating a price for a room, I could relax
and take a shower.
The plan now is to head in the direction of
Jomtien Beach, as the tenant of the condo I purchased is moving
out in a few days’ time. I would love to fix it up a bit before
I set off again.
21 June – Sa Kaeo – Ban Plaeng Yao - 110 km
It was a rather uneventful day; it is rather
seldom that I say that! The main reason for that was that I
followed the main road, and in most cases, the main roads are
rather uninteresting. I did find two Chinese cyclists having a
nap at one of the bus shelters along the way. We tried to make
conversation, but it was difficult with that I don’t speak
Mandarin. I think the reason I so seldom see another cyclist is
that I'm hardly ever on the main road. I stopped at a few
temples and ate some rather unusual fruit along the way.
Sometimes the dullest looking fruit is the tastiest.
I continued along the way until about 16h00
and found a lovely room at The Rich Inn in the small village of
Ban Plaeng Yao. Now, I would never had guessed that the place
even had a name as it was tiny, let alone a room. It was a
remarkably nice room, with air-con, a fridge and even hot water
in the bathroom! The Rich Inn was off the main road, down a
small road, so there was nothing to do but cook my noodles and
do my laundry.
22 June Ban Plaeng Yao – Jomtien Beach – 123
I was determined not to cycle along any main
road; it is just too boring. Luck was on my side, and right from
the word go, I found a small road leading me through tiny
villages where old men were leaning on sticks, watching their
only cow. Others sat in the shade of trees, fanning themselves
with their hats, while the women stood bent over, weeding the
rice paddies. A wave of gratitude washed over me as I cycled
past the ever-present ornate temples and ladies selling snacks
along the way. To have the luxury of no destination and time on
my hands is one of the greatest privileges I could ever wish
I stopped and bought a flower garland for 10
Thai baht. “It’s for good luck,” they said. With my garland
dangling from my handlebar bag, I set off again, past humble
homes with ornate birdcages hanging by the front door.
I zig-zagged through the countryside and
eventually ended up at Pattaya, where I headed straight for the
Property Agent’s office to collect the key for my new apartment.
I was quite excited to get there and see what it looked like.
Loads of work needed to be done at the apartment, but all that
can be done at a later stage. I had a feeling of real excitement
as I looked at the first home I had in 10 years. Now, I have a
place where I can leave stuff and even hang clothes!
The plan is to fix it up the best I can
before leaving for China on 22 July. For now, I will just play
in my tiny apartment.
23 June – 31 July - Jomtien
I scrub, and I scrub!! No-one will believe me
if I say the tenant moved out with (what looked like) only her
handbag and her clothes. She must have been a hoarder of sorts,
as I threw out no less than seven large garbage bags of stuff.
Mostly empty containers, including six empty lip balm holders,
several empty lipstick holders, numerous plastic bags filled
with old receipts, a lot of empty shoe boxes and so it carried
on! Phew, what demanding work house work is! I was completely
pooped and must say, I have never felt this tired after spending
an entire day on the bicycle.
The next day my back was off, and my legs
ached in places I never knew I had muscles. Still, I continued
and scrubbed the last of my tiny apartment. I also bought new
bedding and a new set of towels for the bathroom. I’m not the
cleanest of persons, but at least from now on it’s my dirt!
The following day I cycled to the large Tesco
Lotus and purchased new cutlery and crockery (only two of a kind
except for the wine glasses, LOL, one should never only have two
wine glasses!). I also bought an egg pan and a small gas stove.
What novelty it was frying myself an egg!! Small things amuse
small minds, they say!
I had an absolute ball!! It is not that
having a place of my own is so unusual, as I always had one, but
after 10 years on the road, it was a real novelty to put flowers
a vase and fruit in a bowl!! I now even had a file with personal
stuff in it! OK, it was not much, only the legal documents from
the apartment and my Thai Bank account!
It was fun to go to the shop and buy coffee
and not care if it was in a glass container or not! I bought
cleaning materials, something I have not purchased in 10 years!
The biggest novelty of them all was going to the bookstore and
buying a novel! I have not done that in years! I usually read
books online, but to hold a paper book in my hand and lay on my
bed and read till my eyes fall shut was a pure pleasure!
I sat on my balcony, grinning from ear to
ear, while I noisily swirled the ice in my wine glass! I have
already overspent my budget (by far), but it was so much fun! If
I wanted to continue travelling, I needed to pull the reins in
and lay low for a while. All which I plan to do after a bought
the sleeper sofa, which I think is an essential item a small
Pattaya is considered the sex capital of
Thailand and has, therefore, got a slightly sleazy feel to it.
It is well known for its “walking street”, go-go bars and
massage parlours. Most of its 10 million annual visitors are
older men coming to Pattaya purely for the girls. This is
nothing new and has been like this since the 1960s when American
GIs came for some R&R. It is, therefore, not unusual to see
half-drunk men hanging onto the bar counter at 10 in the
morning, mostly with a Thai girl by their side.
As you can imagine, Pattaya is not an easy
place to make friends as it is hardly a place for an older,
single woman to hang around. I, however, bought in Pattaya as it
was cheap and gives me a place to stay whenever I wish, without
having to rent it out or worry that I could have earned interest
on that money in the bank.
With the result, I consider myself incredibly
lucky to have met a whole bunch of the nicest guys one can wish
for. Glen and Patrick (two British guys) own the local pub;
their clientele is, therefore, mostly British. Most of these
guys have been living in Thailand for many years, and although
they consume (very) large amounts of alcohol, they are always
polite and friendly, and I love their good sense of humour. I
will hardly ever walk past without them inviting me to have a
beer with them. I think they consider me somewhat weird (to say
the least) as, by the time they are crossed-eyed and
slack-jawed, I’m going for a run. The best part is that I always
have company, I can have a beer or two and leave at any time
without feeling guilty.
What I like, is that one always learns
something from everyone. It is easy to look at these guys and
think their lifestyles are disgusting, but they all have
stories. We all make our choices in life the best we can. Most
of all, they are happy, whether I agree with their lifestyle or
not. Mostly, I find them a constant source of amusement. As I
set off on my run the previous night, there was a chorus of
voices coming from the pub, “Hey, where are you going? Come have
a beer.” Halfway through my run, I was still giggling.
The following day I cycled up to the view
point to see if I could get a picture of Pattaya Bay at sunset.
There was, however, no colour in the sky so I headed downhill,
and within seconds a storm started rolling in. I peddled like
the clappers and made it back just as the first drops started
1 August - Pattaya – Prok Fa -102 km
It was time to lock up the condo and hit the
road. Although the plan was initially to sit it out for two
months to save money, I had no patience for this. I had done
just about everything I wanted to do, and although I enjoyed the
running, it was not enough to keep me busy. I was nice to put
flowers in a vase and fruit in a bowl, but the novelty soon wore
I loaded up my bicycle and left Sodom and
Gomorrah (without as much as a glance in my rear-view mirror,
LOL). Soon, I was in the countryside and far away from busy
Pattaya. I had no plan or even an idea of where I was heading,
and that was the greatest joy! I marvelled at the ornate temples
and the vast coconut palm plantations, I swore loudly to myself
as I landed on a sandy track. Fortunately, that did not last
long. I cycled past roadside stalls selling heaps of pineapples.
It was a seldom visited area, and I got loads of thumbs-ups and
surprised looks. I picked up a nice tailwind, which made for a
thoroughly enjoyable day.
I passed a temple that was way up on a hill
and decided to explore. The monks handed me the key to the
shrine or temple, and off I went. There were more stairs than I
had expected, and no one other than I was there. It was such a
great feeling to unlock the building, peep inside, and see the
dimly lit Buddha statues. I took a few pics, locked the
building, and headed downhill. Shortly after 4 p.m., I reached a
tiny village with a great market. I bought some food, and as I
rounded the corner, I spotted a sign for rooms. I could not
resist; I turned off the main road, and down a dirt track, I
found a perfectly good room for 300 TB, albeit with a few spots
on the sheets.
2 August - Phrok fa – Khlong Hat – 111 km
I took my time in packing up and by the time
I started loading up the bike the owner was already hanging up
the sheets from the previous night’s visitors. He was kind
enough to bring me a cup of coffee and a bunch of bananas. I
headed in an easterly direction and found the most excellent
rural roads. The views were stunning as the road ran close to
the Cardamom mountains which were always in my sight. I passed
all kinds of farms, from rubber tree plantations to chillies and
pineapples. I must try and remember Route 3259 as the road also
runs through a protected area. Although I kept an eye out for
elephants, I did not spot any; I did see elephant dung along the
road which indicates that they are in the area.
It was boiling hot, and I stopped numerous
times to fill up with water, something that is always quite
entertaining in these rural areas. People seem to feel obliged
to offer you something with the result that I do get to taste a
variety of things. I was offered a rather unusual fruit today; I
don’t know what it is, it reminded me of a prickly pear.
Eventually, I landed up in the tiny village of Khlong Hat, found
the police station, and asked if I could pitch my tent. They
were very kind and offered me food and pointed out the outside
toilets where I could also have a wash from a plastic bucket.
Later that evening, they even brought me a large crispy crepe
with a sweet filling; it was delicious.
3 August - Khlong Hat –
Aranyaprathet - 85 km
It was a day of exploring, albeit not all
very successful - first thing in the morning I was off to the
nearby caves. The road sign indicated caves four kilometres down
the road. As usual, four kilometres down the road was nothing,
but I continued going and eventually found a sign pointing in
the direction of the nearby hills. The sign indicated two caves
and a view point three kilometres off the road. I easily found
the entrance, parked the bike and started walking along the
road. I soon came to the end of the road, and I followed a sign
up the mountain. The path was overgrown and hardly visible,
leaving me to think that not many people come this way. Only the
lone Buddha statues and faded flags proved that I was still on
the right track. Eventually, I reached what I thought was the
top, just to discover that the path started winding down and I
guess up the next hill. I was clearly on my way to the view
point and decided to turn around as I had no water with me. Once
back where I started, I found the caves, and if I looked around
I would have seen it, but as I do not read Thai, I just followed
the first sign.
I headed back the way I came and in the
direction of the Prasat Khao Noi ruins of the 6th-century,
pre-Angkorian-style Khemar sanctuary. I was a most enjoyable
ride there. This is such a beautiful part of Thailand, and I
enjoyed every minute of it. Once I reached the base of the hill,
I gave the road leading up to the ruins one look and declared it
to be too steep. I left my bicycle at a shelter and walked up.
It was threatening to rain all morning, and once at the top, it
started coming down in true tropical style. I headed back to the
bike and waited out the rain.
About 20 kilometres from there is another
ruin from the same era but once on the bike it started bucketing
down again, and I decided to give it a miss and head to the
nearby town of Aranyaprathet. I found myself a room for 230 TB
at the Aran Garden Hotel without a trace of any garden. The
green painted floors reminded of a prison cell, but it had a
balcony and was squeaky clean. After sunset, the food stalls
made their appearance, and I had a plate of noodle soup while
waiting for my laundry.
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4 August - Aranyaprathet- Non Din Daeng – 108
Refreshed I cycled out of Aranyaprathet and I
was hardly out of town and I was already on the smallest of
country roads. There were more than enough bizarre things to
keep me occupied and eventually I landed up at the ruins of the
11th-century Khmer templet of Prasat Sadok Kok Thom.
The temple was dedicated to the Hindu god Shiva. I think the
ruins are seldom visited as there are no entry fee and I only
saw an old man watching his water buffalo grazing around the
ruins of this old temple.
I followed the road passed luminous green
rice paddies, more grazing buffalo, ornate temples and through
the tiniest of villages where the Friday market was in full
swing. I could hear them whisper “farang, farang” (foreigner) as
I cycled past.
At around 4 p.m. I reached Non Din Daeng
where there was another temple ruin but I was by now already
ruined out and decided to take a room and inspect the ruins in
the morning. If I did go to the ruins I would have found perfect
camping at the dam!
5 August Non Din Daeng – Khao Kradong Forest
Park – 111 km
After breakfast, I cycled the short distance
to the ruins of Nong Hong Sanctuary. Again, there was no one
there except for some grazing cattle. It is said that the temple
dates back to the 16th Buddhist century (not sure what that
means). I took a few pictures and then went in search of more
Further north I found Prasat Muang Tam. This
time there was an entrance fee which was totally worth it. The
ruins were large and very well preserved and one could only
stand in awe of these magnificent buildings, built so many years
ago. Again, this is a Khmer temple dating back to the 10th and
11th centuries. Close by there were more ruins but up such a
steep hill that my gears kept slipping and I decided to give it
From there I headed in the direction of Buri
Ram. Along the way a truck stopped and the driver hopped out and
gave me a water and a cola. Phew, that was so needed. Just
before the town I spotted, what is known as, Khao Kradong Forest
Park. I did not expect to find anything but turned in anyhow. I
was pleasantly surprised to find an interesting site with food
stalls, walks and even a place where I could pitch my tent. I
asked the staff if it was OK and they indicated that it was a
“campsite”, LOL. Well, there were toilets! I pitched my tent
under cover as I could see dark clouds approaching and no sooner
had I done that and it started raining. I was more than happy to
find an electrical point and could do my journal and edit my
photos at leisure.
6 August - Khao Kradong Forest Park – Surin –
The crowing of cocks woke me early, and there
was no point in staying put, so I packed up and headed east. I
love central Thailand with its fertile plains and ancient
history. Ruled by the Khmer Empire, it shaped modern day
Thailand and left a whole host of fascinating ruins. The day
turned out completely different to what I had expected. I turned
into the small town of Surin, home of the Surin Elephant
Round-up, a yearly festival. It is the indigenous people of
Surin that started training elephants as working animals, way
back, when the Ayutthaya Kingdom came into power.
In the process, I found a room for 180 TB at
My Hotel, opposite the station, and decided to make it an early
day. I had loads of catching up to do so the afternoon was a
I spent the following day in Surin as it was
raining for most of the day, only clearing in the afternoon.
8 August - Surin - Uthumphon Phisai (I
think)- 125 km
After only 1.5 kilometres, I was back on a
rural road! What an exceptionally marvellous day it was. There
is nothing greener than the green of the rice paddies of Isan! I
was off-road for most of the day and only had to backtrack once,
which was quite remarkable.
My first stop was the little silk village
just outside Surin, and although I did not buy anything,
everything there was lovely. My next stop was the ruins of
Prasat Chom Phra, a Mahayana Buddhist temple that served as a
medical station, built around 1181-1218. The rest of the day was
a lovely ride through the countryside. The people were
incredibly friendly, waving and giving me the thumbs-up. I was
given ice-cold water and fruit, and towards the end of the day,
a friendly man stopped and gave me a bun with a sweet filling.
It was just the thing I needed for the last few kilometres; how
nice of him! He told me he is also a cyclist.
Road signs pointed towards another set of
ruins 10 kilometres down the road, but again, it was another 13
kilometres down a side road to get there, and by then I had lost
my enthusiasm for ruins. Instead, I stopped at a large Tesco
Lotus I spotted near the road, bought enough food to feed an
army, and settled for the first room I found along the way.
9 August - Uthumphon Phisai – Phibun – 130 km
On this day, I could find nothing that
tickled my fancy and put my head down and cycled the 130
kilometres to Phibun. I was mostly on one of the main roads and
it was, therefore, not a very interesting day. The country roads
are so much better. Tomorrow should be shorter and more
10 August – Phibun – Pha Taem National Park
– 65 km
What an extraordinary day it turned out to
be. I slept far too late, with the result that it was around
9 o'clock by the time I left. I followed the Mun River until it
flowed into the Pak Mun Dam. The recent floods had filled the
dam to near-breaking point, and all the sluice gates were wide
open. At first, I was going to cycle through the national park,
but then I realized that I must have paid someone with a
thousand-baht note instead of a hundred-baht one! I was peed
off, to say the least.
I then headed to the nearby village of Khong
Chiam to find an ATM. What a wonderful little village it turned
out to be. There are loads of accommodation, beautiful temples
and a lovely riverside park and market. I stopped at the
Two-Colour River View Point, and, yes, the river does indeed
have two colours. I was now flush next to the Mekong River and
could see Laos just on the opposite bank. I followed the road,
staying as close to the river as possible, and found myself on a
small dirt road, which came to an abrupt halt at a river. I
noticed a boat with no boatman. Suddenly, the boat started
floating across the river! What the heck?! I then noticed that
the boat was tied to a rope and was being pulled across the
river by someone who wanted to come across the river. I waited,
and once it was on my side, I loaded the bicycle and panniers
onto the boat. A local guy saw me doing this and left what he
was doing to help me across the river. He must have thought that
a farang could not do this. I was grateful for the help, gave
him a small donation, and set off down a narrow dirt road. I
passed a lovely Meditation Centre, and if I ever want to spend
time at such a centre, I will pick this one. It is remote with
no modern facilities.
Not much farther on, I turned off in the Pha
Taem National Park. A short cycle brought me to PK Riverside
Resort, where I could camp on the banks of the Mekong under a
canopy. It was not free, but it was absolutely worth it for 100
TB! I pitched my tent and sat watching the river as it flowed
past on its way to the ocean.
11 August - Pha Taem National Park –
Khemmarat - 117 km
I sat drinking my coffee, watching the boats
moving up and down the river. I could sit there all day, but I
folded up my tent, loaded my panniers and headed up the hill. It
turned out a wee bit undulating, to say the least. The hills
were not steep or long, but it was up and down all day long. It
was all hunky-dory in the morning, but by 15h00 it was not much
fun anymore, and I cursed as I slowly made my way up the last
The road veered inland, and although it did
not run flush next to the river, it was still a stunning ride.
For most of the day I was in a National Park with the result
that it was lush and green. It is such a seldom visited area
that I hardly encountered any traffic. There were quite a few
interesting sites along the way, one being unusual rock
formations where all the rocks are pillar-like or rather very
large rocks on a small base. Further along was what is known as
the 3000 Stones. Towards the end of the day I arrived at
Khemmarat, a surprisingly large town as it is only a small dot
on the map. I bought loads of food and then went in search of
either a camp or a room. I found the room first and was happy to
settle for an air-con room with a hot shower!
12 August - Khemmarat – Mukdahan – 85 km
There are days that I can cycle endlessly,
and it feels like I never get tired, but there are other days
that are like today, in which I could hardly get myself going. I
had to push myself up the little inclines, and it was no fun at
all. I hate days like these, as I become
destination-orientated, which is not touring! I was dead-tired
by the time I reached Mukdahan. I found myself a room, ate, and
went to bed.
13 August Mukdahan - Sakhon Nakhon - 122 km
I felt remarkably good and decided to head
for Savannakhet on the Lao side of the Mekong River. Once at
immigration, I was told that I could not cross the Friendship
bridge by bicycle (not a very friendly bridge after all). I
thought, “Forget that, I will just continue on the Thailand
side” and that was exactly what I did.
It turned out to be an excellent day with
vastly varied roads and scenery. I turned off the main road and
landed myself on a dirt road amongst the rubber plantations.
Awesome stuff! The villagers were highly surprised to see me
and, in true Thai style, invited me to share their food. I
pushed onto Sakhon Nakhon, as I wanted to get to Vientiane, in
Lao, for a new visa before Tania arrived. She, however,
contacted me to say that she could not make it anymore. I was
really sorry to hear that, as I know she was looking forward to
it. Things, however, don’t always work out as planned. I was
absolutely starving and was more than happy to find the night
market right behind the hotel where I stayed. Bargain!! I was so
hungry that I bought two meals! In the end, I could hardly
finish one, let alone two!!!
14 August Sakhon Nakhon - Sawang Daen Din
– 90 km
It was 10h00 by the time I left as I was in
no hurry anymore to get to Vientiane. Since Tania was not coming
to Thailand any longer my plans have changed considerably. I did
not, in fact, have to go to Vientiane to extend my Thai visa
anymore. I could also go to China as planned, if I so wished! I
just need to get to China before 5 September!! Never a dull
moment! Ummmm....what to do, what to do??? I still had about 200
kilometres to go to the Thai/Lao border and, therefore, had some
time to think about my next move.
The Northeastern part of the country had a
tremendous amount of rain at the beginning of August, whole
towns were flooded, and there were concerns about dam walls
breaking. Although I escaped most of the rain I crossed rivers
still in full flood! There was a serious amount of water coming
down those rivers. Locals were making use of the opportunity to
fish with all conceivable means of fishing.
It was a blistering hot day on the road, and
the rest areas for cyclists at the police stations came in
handy. I stayed on the back roads for most of the day, only
crossing the main road at the small village of Sawang Daen Din.
If I still wanted to go to Lao, this was where I would have to
turn-off to cut a straight line through the country side. I had
not made up my mind as yet and settled for a small and very
inexpensive room in the village. It was a more than a bare-bones
room, something one can expect when you only pay 250 Thai baht
for an air-con room. It felt that I spent the rest of the
15 August - Sawang Daen Din – Nong Khai – 125
I had worked late the previous night, and I
was slow in waking up. I took what I thought would be a shortcut
to Nong Khai, but the road workers made me retrace my steps. The
recent floods had washed many of the country roads away, and
road workers were frantically busy repairing them. The floods
were a disaster for most people, but to me, the bright green
rice paddies made a spectacular sight. Many areas were still
under water, and the rain was clearly not over, as I could see
dark clouds moving in from the north.
I cycled through tiny settlements where
locals were siesta-ing in their hammocks and whispers of
“farang, farang” could be heard as I cycled past. Locals were
drying grasses on the tarmac, some already dyed, which they use
for weaving sleeping mats. It's amazing how they can sleep on
the hard floor with just a grass mat between them and the floor.
Again, I landed myself on a gravel road
through the plantations and was a bit peed off when I got a flat
tyre. Soon I was on my way again, past people going about their
daily business of farming. Some were making charcoal, and others
were fishing or selling food and snacks along the road. Older
ladies were attending to the cattle or foraging for something to
eat. It’s a fascinating look into the life of the average farmer
With threatening weather on the horizon, I
pushed on to Nong Khai. Nong Khai is situated on the Mekong
River, right next to the Friendship Bridge leading to Vientiane,
Laos. I reached Mut Mee Guesthouse just in time, as no sooner
was I in a room than the rain moved in. Mut Mee is an
exceptional guesthouse with a large selection of rooms. I took
the most inexpensive one at 200 TB, and it was a basic but super
clean room in stark comparison to the room of the previous
16 August– Nong Khai, Thailand – Vientiane,
Laos – 35 km
During the course of the previous day, Tania
contacted me to say that she was still coming to Thailand, and
we arranged to meet in Bangkok on 1 September. Marguerite Marais
also contacted me to confirm that she has bought her ticket to
fly to Phnom Penh, Cambodia on 4 December. I had some work to
do, and it was after 3h00 before I went to bed. Needless to say,
I was rather slow in packing up. Eventually, I did and cycled
the short distance to the Thai/Lao border, bought my visa, and
cycled into the easiest capital in the world to cycle into!
On my way into town, I stopped at the money
changer and the phone shop; with a wallet full of Lao Kip ($1 –
8300 LAK) and a new SIM card in my phone, I headed into town. I
was starving, and I was delighted to see the familiar sight of
the Lao Baguette (Khao Jee) vendor. The baguette is filled with
lettuce, sliced tomatoes, carrot, onion, moo (pork), chopped
ham, and topped with a chilli sauce! Phew! That did me just
fine!! I stopped at the Thai consulate office, but as expected,
they were already closed, so I will hand in my visa application
in the morning.
My late night was catching up with me, and
although I had work to do, I first had a bit of a snooze! I have
at least a few days here before I have to head back to Bangkok
to meet Tania.