We woke up relatively early, but stayed in bed and had a lazy morning. We had to decide what to do for the day and I announced I wanted to go to Catmosphere Cat Cafe. It was a 3.4km walk from where we were, on the same road as the shopping centre from the day before. I needed a new charging wire for my phone as my old one's plastic had come off and all the silver wires inside were exposed, so it was 2 birds with 1 stone.

It took us an hour to get to the cat cafe and we were very hot and bothered when we arrived. We had to wash our hands and wear cheap slippers, leaving our shoes outside. The aircon was on and we walked into my idea of paradise: it was cool inside and 10 cats laid around waiting for me to squish them.

We ordered overpriced drinks and a chocolate brownie and sat on cushions on the floor. Edd linked his phone to the wifi and read the news. First up was Luna: a white cat with a blue eye and a yellow eye. She was very affectionate and didn't mind being handled. I held her like a baby and stroked her purring chest; Edd took a picture and carried on reading the news.

I picked up a beautiful Persian cat called Yoda that became my favourite. He was a placid cat that wanted nothing more than to lay down somewhere comfy and sleep. He looked like he had run into a wall face first at 100km/ph, like most Persians do, but his colouring was absolutely gorgeous and he was very well groomed. Edd took a picture and carried on reading the news.

I then played with a Chinchilla Persian called Jean-Marc; these Persian cats are absolutely gorgeous as they look like ordinary cats, but have the long hair. He was a feisty, playful, young boy that climbed you in an attempt to eat your cake. Edd took a picture and carried on readying the news.

I played and stroked a number of the other cats that were there. When they'd had enough of being handled, they climbed up onto a network of shelves designed for them and slept, well out of reach of people. The ones I played with, Edd took pictures and carried on reading the news.

We stayed at the cat cafe for 2 hours, I said goodbye to Yoda and we left. We walked back to the shopping centre, got a new charging cable and then decided to get some food from the market outside the front door. Nothing at the market was vegetarian, so I waited for Edd to eat his curry. He had a hard time trying to decide whether to have the chicken curry or the Thai green curry; in the end he had both. We sat at a table covered in a Disney princess plastic covering, with chairs designed for 5 year olds and I watched him munch away on his 2 bowls of curry. They were apparently both delicious. I took his word for it.

We walked back to our guest house and picked up some dumplings for me on the way. We sat outside, under an umbrella, drinking G&T's and Googling what there was to do in Laos. I was also mentally preparing myself for 7 hours of rugby that started at 7.30pm.

We walked over to the Irish pub at 7.15pm, got drinks and joined a British guy, from Dartford, that was there on his own; he was also planning on watching all 3 matches - much to my delight - so we introduced ourselves and I explained that I'd probably be leaving Edd with him later and going to bed. They were both supporting the same teams for all 3 matches, which made it fun, as it turned out the rest of the pub were supporting the opposing teams. Edd shouted the loudest, clapped the loudest, bantered with people at other tables and by the end of the first match, was basically friends with everyone at the bar. I had taken my iPad with and sat and played trains, watching the games out of the corner of my left eye, sometimes.

We were steam-rolled by a socially awkward guy from Leister that apparently lived in Thailand and taught English. His girlfriend was gorgeous and we both wondered what she was doing with him. He spent 10 minutes talking to the guy from Dartford, leaning over Edd and swinging his elbows in his face - only missing his nose by millimetres each time. Edd got up to go to the bathroom and by the time he got back, his chair had been commandeered. Luckily there was a spare one next to me, on the other side of the table, so Edd managed to maintain his personal space by keeping a safe distance. 15 minutes into the third match: England vs France, it was 12.30am and I was ready for bed. I left an animated Edd, shouting at the TV, telling the players what they were doing wrong. The game ended at 2am and there was no chance I was going to be able to stay up until then. I weaved my way back to our guest house and went to bed. I was surprised when Edd joined me a little after 2am, thinking he'd stay out with the Dartford guy and have a few drinks - but England had lost, he wasn't interested.