We left Railay with sore arms but equipped with 2 new skills - the ability to lead climb and the knowledge of how to play S***head...floating back to the mainland on a long boat we waved goodbye to the blue water and white karsts. Next destination? A retracing of steps back to Laos - this time to Luang Prabang to meet up with my parents who had decided to come and check up on us, making sure we were eating our greens, brushing our teeth...stuff like that. The tr...

We have never before gone anywhere to do nothing. That would be odd. However, for some reason that´s exactly what we did. After days of bumpy roads on a motorbike it just seemed right. As such we went south to Don Det with only one plan - not to sit down on our painful behinds. The trip there was fine, bus followed by a little long boat ferry to the Island, a pretty place, little bamboo huts lining both sides of the island and lots of farmland with water buffal...

Start Location:Taat Hua KhonEnd Location:Pakse, AgainDistance:92kmWe woke up to the sound of the waterfall in the near distance and a cockerel making as much noise as it could right underneath the flimsy bamboo flooring beaneath our bed. With the bike tyre fully replaced we decided to take the `unsealed road´ back to Pakse is what would be a pretty long day of biking/scootering. The route we had chosen was said to be one of the most beautiful and rural in Laos, ...

Starting Point: Tad LoDestination: Tad Hua Khon or Attapeu (depending on progress)Distance: 81kmAfter a morning of watching the locals dry chillies, fishing and playing with cardboard boxes we left Tad Lo to continue on our journey. Getting back onto the main road we started making time as we drove though countryside unspoilt but for the road itself. Every few miles a cluster of tradtional houses would appear, accompanied by one that would have a fridge and some ...

Date:Start Point: Boring pakseDestination: Tad LoDistance: 86kmWe hit the road with a small, shared day pack containing our scant belongings for the next three days leaving us feeling sorry for our bags that were in the ever so dull Pakse. Heading out of town in the same direction as before we weaved through the traffic on our big, bad, basketed, bike. Enjoying the good roads we stopped at a `local` village at Phasoume. Here we found that this was in actual fact ...