Shenanigans

Vang Vieng, Laos

The last few days have just been, quite literally, a drunken debaucherous shambles of epic proportions. The four of us have been celebrating our last few days together, as the girls head off to Vientiene and Thailand this afternoon while Drew and I hang around one more day then toddle off towards Phonsavanh. That's in the east of the country, something I've had to explain to EVERYONE when I say where we're going. Its as if no one has even contemplated exploring Laos past Vientiene, Luang Prabang, and Vang Vieng.

But that's understandable, because no where in the world have I ever seen such a party town. Its not so much a mass of people partying constantly in the streets, but during the day either everyone tubes down the river and stops at the gigantor swing terraced bar that I mentioned previously (and that you can see above), or goes caving/cycling. They meet other people over a few beers, organise to meet at the Smile Bar (the island's happening place at night) at a certain time, and then everyone arrives en masse around 9pm and has an awesome time until the local police kick us off the island at 11pm. You'll all be VERY pleased to know that last night we got the DJ (Martin, also goes by Shaggy from Ireland) to play Michael Jackson's Thriller. And I had a lineup of about 10 to 15 people ALL doing the Thriller dance. And yes, it's on film.

I was so impressed with my efforts I think even Drew peed his pants a little in excitement.

Aside from tubing (twice), and Drew and the girls doing some caving (apparently it's wet, slippery, cold, and the caves have an uncanny ability to steal a person's shoes), we haven't done much at all in the way of cultural enlightenment. As we float down the river beer in hand, we contemplate how lucky we are to be doing sweet FA while you poor folks back home are working/doing whatever it is you do that's not illegal or immoral.

So we're back on the sightseeing trail tomorrow, and our updates will contain more information than just a running tally of how many beers Drew can drink before he starts getting all touchy-feely (He man she touched me -D)

Current tally: half a beer. That boy needs some help. He really, really does.