Ying luck guest house - Bounmyxay Hotel – 74 km
I pedalled out of my overnight accommodation on a wet and overcast
morning. Despite the weather, I felt happy to be on a bicycle with no
particular destination in mind. It is such a privilege. I smiled at the
typical scenes of Laos with cattle and herds of goats blocking the
road. However, that came to an abrupt end when I encountered the
dreadful potholes, causing traffic to move at a snail's pace. I think I
found it easier to navigate on a bicycle. Nevertheless, I was amazed
at the motorbike salespeople selling almost anything imaginable from
a bike.
Realising that I hadn't had breakfast, I stopped for a bite to eat,
which turned out to be an interesting affair, to say the least. At times,
I felt it was more interesting for the staff than for me, as they hardly
took their eyes off me. I must have made quite a sight.
With a full belly, I continued my journey, passing by raging rivers,
luminous green rice fields, and the ever-present ornate temples until
I spotted a hotel. Although it was still early, I decided to stop for the
day to avoid getting caught in the afternoon storms. And because I
did that, it never rained.