I'd like to say we spent the next 2 days exploring and being productive, but that would be a complete lie.

Saturday was a beautiful sunning day and we soaked up the rays of glorious sunshine. We were the only people staying over that evening and had a lovely meal with the owner and his wife. I decided it was safe to eat meat and was thoroughly enjoying the delicious home cooked meals his wife was making for us.

On Sunday we woke up late as we had indicated to the owner that setting up for breakfast early would not be necessary. He was having some fruit with an old friend of his in the dining room when we eventually surfaced and we shoved 2 baguettes in the oven and grab 2 yoghurts for while we waited: setting up today was unnecessary and everyone could spend their timing doing far more important things, like tanning. The sky was filled with a foggy haze due to the slash and burning that is illegally done in the mountains by locals to plant new crops.

We finished breakfast and changed for the pool, grabbing our swimming towels (we had 2 sets, 1 for the pool and 1 for the bathroom, the bathroom towels were not to be used at the pool as they were luxuriously fabulous and needed to stay that way).

We spent another hard day working on our tans next to the pool and had dinner with the owner,h his wife, his friend and a guy that had fallen off his motorbike and needed medical care in Vientiane. The conversation jumped between politics, saving the world from itself, global warming, cultural differences and similarities. One of the topics discussed was the driving style (or lack there of) of Asian people. The owner said he'd managed to work the driving out into 6 unwritten rules:

1. Rules? There aren't any.
2. Always expect the unexpected.
3. The unexpected always happens.
4. Might is right.
5. Never ever make eye contact.
6. The foreigner is always wrong.

It was an amusing collection of rules that were quite fitting to what we'd witnessed over the course of a few weeks.

The guy with the injuries then grabbed a guitar that was on display and attempted to play something; he confessed that he only knew 2 songs and the guitar was missing the 1 crucial string he needed in order for his music abilities to be fulfilled. He started playing Juno and ended with a rendition of Eric Clapton; we all clapped and cheered. The owner and his friend then continued singing folk songs they knew; it was a great ending to our stay there.