On my routine, I wander to the Aussie bar for something to eat, avoiding the rain. It's slowly but surely starting to rain a little more each day. A lazy day chatting to backpackers at the hostel followed by some street food in town. The stalls near the market providing freshly cooked meats on sticks. David is heading out and I decide not to join him, otherwise I will be stuck here forever. He offered me a job, which is tempting but I need to keep scratching this travel itch. I go for a wander and bump into David anyway with a few of the backpackers. So much for a quiet night. I team up with the campest local in Laos, but we prove unbeatable. Sometimes with pool I occasionally bring my A game. We meet some Europeans and an American girl and all go bowling till the wee small hours.