Veintiane To Somewhere And Back To Phou Khoun
Our last
night in Veintiane was quiet and nice, the previous night however was not.
A French
guy decided to have a spat with another guy right outside our door at 2.00am,
being less than amused and wakened by his talents I opened the door and told
him it was not a good idea what he was doing, the other guy was just havin a doobie
and agreed but French bastid kept on for a bit saying he was gonna leave in the
morning bla bla bla…. I told him almost politely with an angry look to fuck
off….which he did.
Next day in
the avo we were talking with a fella Eric from Norway and doing some
adjustments on our bike screen and Frenchie came past so I bailed him up and
said why haven’t you gone….well now conveniently he didn’t seem to understand
so I told him nice and slow that if he wakes us again tonight it would be very
bad for his health….which he understood very well….then almost became
apologetic.
We had just
pinged a small clip cover off the windscreen of our bike and I still had our
Wenger Knife in my hand and only for that reason ….turns out he was sorta looking at that along with my firm
stance on his 2am talent and he decided it was better to shut up and bugga off.
That night
was peaceful, thankyou Mr Wenger.
Leaving in
the wet then coming dry was an uneventful fully legal trip back up to Vang
Veing, the afty saw a good walk almost to a lookout where the last bit turned
into grade 5 which we were not prepared for so back into town watching flying
machines and hot air ballons doing their thing.
Phonsavan next desto, road reports are varied from very shit to not bad, time will tell.
On our way out yet again the scenery is stunning
Ha, now I am writing this bit from Phou Khoun, we made it here under pretty crap road conditions, nearly 5 hours to do 100km, our turn right took us 30km along the road which progressively got worse, bearing in mind this is the main road to Phonsavan and the main trucking route.
At about 30
km we came across a front end loader and a truck parked in the middle of the
road, we rode through 100mm deep slope past it and got just around the corner
to see why it was parked there.
It quickly became apparent we had no fud, no accommodation and no way through and we still had 100 km left to do and how much of it was like this we didn’t know.
An
executive decision was made right then we were going to turn back and find
somewhere for the night and reshape our trip again. This is the second time we
have been forced to do a u turn.
Ellen piled
off to help reduce the weight for this shithole section.
I was
tired, sweating my ring-piece off and my shoulders were aching so not ideal
conditions for a smile but we had to maintain a grin and soldier on, without
whining it was hard work and to be fair the tires were out of there depth and paygrade
on this stuff, limitations of dual purpose.
Back thru the villages the roads are appauling, this is of course a main road and trucking route
After having our arse handed to us again with a closed road we decided to stop at a small restaurant / local eatery, the guy was super helpful and much appreciative that we stopped there and bought lunch, we had a bit of a chat via translate etc, just as we were getting ready to go he came out with two small tubs of homemade icecream which his mother makes, and he gave them to us, super kind people with a heart of gold.
How to turn a hard day into a special day.
Tomorrow
forever hopeful we will make it to Luang Probang for a coupla days.
Enjoy the vid
