A broken down bus, a train, a tuk-tuk, a school bus, a double-decker pick-up truck, and van later, we had arrived in Laos. The border crossing was a breeze contrary to our worst fears. We arrived in a little sleepy Laos town called Pakse in the evening and were greeted by 15 or so giggling children yelling “Sabaidy”, which is the Lao word for hello. With our guards way up from our experiences in Bangkok, we were a bit apprehensive, but when we realized that the children were just interested in us, it was all very charming. The kids ran around, some doing cartwheels, asking Chris to flex his muscles and giving me little kisses on my hand. We knew right away that Laos was going to be different than Bangkok. Pakse is a small town
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