Travels

Well, finding transportation is like embarking on a quest to find a lost relic.  You have to have faith that a way exists, but you can't shake the feeling that maybe it's all a myth, shrouded in local lore and legend.

Perhaps it's a confluence of things, a perfect storm of unfortunate conditions that perpetuate Laos' status as a panhandler nation.

The experiences have been varied, but they seem to further exaggerate my identity rather than to change or alter in any significant ways.  I still have a penchant for naiveté, for childish humor, and for drama.  I am traveling because it is an extension of who I am now, not who I will be.

One of my best moments so far have been five or six intermittent minutes on a sleeper bus from Kunming to Jinghong.

It's supposed to be the last major city in southern Lao, but Pakse feels more like a run-down beach town during winter break.  The shops are shuttered – all five of them – and the local market seems to only carry badly sewn clothes, shampoo, and questionable electronics.

A quick shout out to Beatnuttie, Kountrytime and P-Noogs.  Thanks for keeping me going. You guys are awesome.  If there's anything you want me to be on the look out for, just pop me a line at gmail. ooh i got a shout out! :) wahoo~ yay. Posted