Laos is a country that poses many questions... Who owns the chickens? Why do so many houses without running water or front doors or visible electricity supplies have satellite dishes? Why have no Americans been indicted for war crimes for what happened in South East Asia in the '60s and '70s? What sick fucking excuse for a human being invented the cluster bomb? Is murder of a bongo-playing hippy (who provides a soundtrack to his own liver-meltingly dull monologue) an act of mercy for me or for him? What do the real bed sleeper buses do during the day? Why is it cold?
The place is amazing, the people are great, the food stings like carpet rash on your inner thigh. Time to move on though. Cambodia now, 3 days about to be spent traipsing around Angkor Wat and associated temples.
carry on.