We made it alive out of the buzzing metropolis of Vang Vieng, and are now in the former French capital of Luang Prabang, but we only just made it. We left yesterday morning on a so called "VIP Bus," which is really a normal charter bus, only with some dingy curtains around the windows as a deperate attempt for added class. I have never hated a drive more than the one from Vang Vieng to Luang Prabang. I was born in the flattest of the flat; Saskatchewan, and this road winds through mountain after mountain. It was a single road, curved all over, and mere feet from thousand meter drops. On top of that, the driver was insane, and would pass cars in areas where it would be impossible to forsee another vehicle hurtling around the corner. I had to close my eyes and listen to soothing music. About five hours into the ride, I was awoken by a loud thud, and I was sure that we had run over some poor Laotian... or at least a dog. It turns out we blew a tire. All the tourists filed out of the bus which was soon filling up with a putrid, plastic scented smoke, and sat on the side of the road as the driver repaired the damage. It turns out we were only ten minutes away from the bus station when we had our mishap, so soon after the repair we were at our destination. It only took us six and a half hours to cover approximately 200 km.
We really haven't spent much time in Luang Prabang yet, but we aren't really planning to either. It is not an especially interesting place thus far. As far as I've heard, the main attractions are all temples. Now, I don't mind temples, but to my eyes they all look incredibly similar, and after the first ten or twenty I began to lose interest. We are going to walk around a bit today and see what we can see see see. Tomorrow we're going to head north to a remote village and spend several days there. I don't remember the name, but there's no internet whatsoever so you're going to have to wait a while for the next exciting entry!
Johnston, your motion-sickened travelling boy.