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Published: March 15th 2011
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Dust and heat are what I remember from Laos. Long long roads with swirling orange clouds. Aching bums from bumpy bus rides, curious looks from dirty children eating lotus seeds.
From Phonsavan we got a bus south to Vientiane. It was a funny bus. Most of the buses were run by companies but this seemed to be three guys who had bought a bus and were out to make their fortune. As with most Asian bus...
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Martin
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Ah, it's great to hear about Vientiane. I remember dearly my arrival there, the most surprisingly least hectic arrival ever, never has there been such a sleepy and mellow capital city, surely.