Up fair early after a good nights sleep. Nacho and the swiss girls arrived this morning from Luang Prabang and I saw George and Barney in the afternoon, looking lost. I rented out a bike (first time riding a geared mother) and with Nacho on the back I drove out of Vang Vieng to see what village life and river/mountain views we could find. Going down a muddy path to the river, I lost control and crashed the bike. All I heard was "NO..NO.. NOOOOOOO" and then saw Nacho fly face-first into the end of the handle bars, smashing his lip. I went straight into the mud. I could not stop laughing hysterically. At first Nacho seemed a bit pissed off, but we were soon laughing together (this would become a regular joke between us). There was nothing wrong with the bike, just covered in mud, so with Nacho refusing to get on the back we agreed he would ride on. We must have droven 4km out when the monsoon kicked in again, so we stopped at smll hut by the side road to get dry and have something to eat. The people were nice, but didn't understand a word of English so we found it hard to conversate. We did manage to order something to eat though, which turned out to be buffalo meat and tongue with fine noodles. The meat was OK, I couldn't eat the tongue (texture, texture) and ate as much of the noodles as I could (they tasted like nothing, but I didn't want to be rude). When the rain died down we set off again. Within minutes the rain started again, more vicious than ever. We had to stop, but after half an hour and a couple of joints under a shelter we decided to head back to Vang Vieng or else we'd be stranded. The drive back was madness - rain pummeling us at speed, like little rocks, drenching us to the bone - and i'm suprised Nacho could see (I couldn't and I was on the back!). We were soon back and after getting dry, I met up with the Irish boys for a few joints and to continue hysterically laughing about the crash. When darkness fell we decided a messy night would not go amiss, so we headed to Jai-Dee's bar for some "special" food. I had a box of shrooms and a weed pizza to send me on my way. Hours passed and I was feeling gunned (as I had been smoking weed all day), but no hallucination or contortion of mind. nada. Everyone went home, but I lingered around playing pool till I felt tired (I didn't want to start coming up in bed, especially of shrooms). I eventually went to bed, quite sober, at 1am.