

Dansavanh, Laos
After we had observed the rest of the bus's occupants sit down at the nearest roadside café's tables and light up and start on their coffees, we assumed that they would finish loading whatever it was they were loading and then we would be on our way again. We were fully prepared to spend the night on the bus when we got to the border at about 0300. But now it was only 0130.
Thank goodness for the young Vietnamese guys who had a smattering of English, "Best...