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 ar...

HAPPY NEW YEAR! And welcome to another one horse town. No falang to be seen here, despite it being hailed as the 'coffee capital of Laos' they should have called it the 'one Dutch guy who owns an overpriced coffee shop in Laos' where the portions are outrageously small and the price of a western coffee. Naturally we went there twice. So our journey to Paksong, well, it's the first time either of us has been on a bike since the traumatic Goa incident. This tim...

So, apparently there is nothing to do in Pakse. We arrived full of hope of finding somewhere new and exciting, but after we'd walked down the one road, and round the corner to the temple, we had pretty much covered all that Pakse had to offer. The night bus we arrived on was much more comfortable than the last, it had actual beds on! A luxury we hadn't encountered yet. The odd thing being they were beds for two...Which was fine for us travelling as a pair. But...

After taking a minivan which was surprisingly ok, (apart from being thrown around like a sack of potatoes because I didn't have a proper seat). We arrived into Vang Vieng - Tubing central!!! After getting a tuk-tuk and the guy being clueless where our guest house was (which is really annoying because it is a tiny place and they know where nothing is, that is all tuk-tuk drivers, obviously you don't take a test to become one, you buy it). Our room was a place to...

We took the night bus to Laos to get there in time for Christmas Eve and our plush hotel treat. We decided to take the local bus to save a bit of kip and to avoid the commission charges of the tourist offices. Besides, live like a local! We got some cracking seats right at the front - no travel sickness for us! Just an open door and copious amounts of dust flying into our faces from the bumpy, potholed, narrow dirt track that led us 377km over 12 hours to Luang...