After a hearty breakfast in Paksong, we headed off on the longest ride so far, out towards the waterfalls at Tad Lo. A long old ride around 60km, and I tell you my arse was not enjoying the last 10km or so. Clinging on for dear life as Sean tried to break the sound barrier, or so it seemed. The boys enjoyed having a little race, to echoes of 'don't race - it's not a game!' from Leigh and I.

We arrived into Tad Lo a little later than we'd hoped, having lazed around drinking coffee with Australians and the French Canadians. So it was a little too nippy for a dip. The waterfall was impressive though, and the local youth hangout spot. We clambered up to the top and climbed across the rocks over the top of the waterfall, feeling like Kings of the mountain. Then we saw a local even braver than us who was fishing off the edge of the waterfall, and I mean the edge, sat on a rock with the water gushing about his feet. What he hoped to catch I'm not sure, but he was relaxed enough to be smoking a spliff the size of my fist wrapped in a banana leaf. Dangerous games.

We walked around what there is to Tad Lo town, again not an awful lot, just a few bamboo bungalows and some restaurants. So we enjoyed a few Namkhongs (local beer) and played some more cards. Sean loves having some more people to play hearts with, after Tori and Tyler have left us, he's been missing the card games. And, not for lack of trying, two person hearts just doesn't work!

Up and at 'em early the next morning for another day on the bikes. Sean is loving all the motorcycling. We call him and Mikey the Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman of South East Asia! It's a semi-automatic so doesn't have the complications of a clutch, and a great way to see a bit more of the rural Laos we were looking forward to. We like having the freedom to leave when we want. we can see a lot more, and aren't restricted to bus times or routes. Living out a small bag rather than our huge rucksacks is also a bit of a novelty. Bit limited as to the clothes we have though, only one change of clothes and when both of them are dusty from the roads, we feel a bit like tramps, but that's what this life is all about right?