And you're almost caught up to Ian's adventure...
One tiny motorbike, two guitars, one large backpack, two small backpacks, and two full grown american men all made it from Odoum Xai to Luang Prabang. Despite the fact that we had to be in first gear for half the time because the mountain roads were so steep, and the person driving had to sit with two guitars in his lap, and the person riding had to carry a backpack. and 8 foot deep potholes aren't really all that uncommon.
The motorbike took us about 250 Kilometers, and here in luang prabang i want to sell it.
We stopped in some roadside villages on the way, in northern laos. The people live in thatched roof huts, no running water, but cable tv, and the only damn thing they give us whities is Mystery meat soup or sticky rice. Maybe thats all there is?! The children are happy, and the people huddle around small campfires at night in "Village 52" a small army outposting helps support this village. We found a chinese guy who spoke english, and he finally told us the name of the village, which no one else seemed to know about or care. Village 52...
Seth tried and failed again to buy one more motorbike, so the dream is over. Although riding through the mountains here felt like a Southeast Asian version of the Motorcycle Diaries. The only catch is we speak about 6 words of Laos, where South america is mostly spanish.
Luang Prabang feels like home, hot shower, running water, a bed seperate from the burping farting giardia machine i call seth. Although i haven't escaped spraying my ankles with cream coffee colored sewage water that shoots sideways, upways, everywhich way, just to get out.
Seth got a great picture of one of many mystery meats, and we saw an overgrown fatty rat taken by noose into a restaurant, so i think that may account for some too.
The motorbike took us about 250 Kilometers, and here in luang prabang i want to sell it.
We stopped in some roadside villages on the way, in northern laos. The people live in thatched roof huts, no running water, but cable tv, and the only damn thing they give us whities is Mystery meat soup or sticky rice. Maybe thats all there is?! The children are happy, and the people huddle around small campfires at night in "Village 52" a small army outposting helps support this village. We found a chinese guy who spoke english, and he finally told us the name of the village, which no one else seemed to know about or care. Village 52...
Seth tried and failed again to buy one more motorbike, so the dream is over. Although riding through the mountains here felt like a Southeast Asian version of the Motorcycle Diaries. The only catch is we speak about 6 words of Laos, where South america is mostly spanish.
Luang Prabang feels like home, hot shower, running water, a bed seperate from the burping farting giardia machine i call seth. Although i haven't escaped spraying my ankles with cream coffee colored sewage water that shoots sideways, upways, everywhich way, just to get out.
Seth got a great picture of one of many mystery meats, and we saw an overgrown fatty rat taken by noose into a restaurant, so i think that may account for some too.
The "Honda Dream II" and it is a dream to ride, with all that weight, about a quarter of the time on the hills it sputters out, has to be restarted, and then the rest of the 5 KM hill must be driven in 1st gear, loudly.
The woman in the backround is a Hmong Tribal. They carry a basket on their back with a strap around their forehead. THey are mostly farmers i believe, the women sell the produce at the markets, while i assume the men work the fields and drink.
The woman in the backround is a Hmong Tribal. They carry a basket on their back with a strap around their forehead. THey are mostly farmers i believe, the women sell the produce at the markets, while i assume the men work the fields and drink.
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