We're back in China and heading North. I've still not been able to replace my long johns and we're going to Tibet. Hmm.
Anyway, before I update you cheeky people on a most glorious trek we did in the North of Laos I want to go back; way back! (actually I don't; I just always wanted to write that). I think it's appropriate to give a special mention on this blog to the driver of a bus (11 hours to go about 100 yards) we took in Laos. He is accorded this rare accolade purely because of his surprisingly cultured music collection. Rather than the simpering, weepy Thai pop that blights most bus journeys in Southeast Asia - the kind of music that makes you so angry and frustrated you want to gnore your own arm off and beat somebody to death with it - this guy played tunes by Lionel Richie, UB40, Eric Clapton and Belinda Carlisle. Given that all bus music is played at eardrum-bursting volume, this came as a welcome relief from the usual schlock. Well done to you mate!
Right, onwards: we went on a three-day hill tribe trek to isolated villages only reachable by foot, met two lovely Belgians and a lovely German (bottom pic), got freaked out by a rat in our bed at night and drank a tribal chief's rice whiskey/motorbike fuel in return for some books we donated to the village kids. Pics below:
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Simon forgot to mention that he also lost his jacket so we're headed to the market this afternoon to find him some warm clothes.
Glad to hear the trek was great but please hurry and buy the longjohns....it's bound to get colder. Still cold here but snow has turned to lashings of rain.
Love Mom
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