The seat was broken. Correction, almost all the seats were broken. They rattled and thrusted—throwing their cargo around like a tossed salad. If salad had feelings it wouldn’t be far off the perpetual nausea stimulated by this bus journey. We had expected smooth asphalt roads leading into Laos’s capital city. However, this appeared to be…
“We have a problem…” the last horrifying word trailed off into an almost whisper. After a nine-and-a-half hour bone-rattling bus ride this was the very last thing I wanted to hear. Exhausted, I took stock and prepared for battle positions; when really all I wanted to do was curl up in the bed I had…
Delayed. Late. Cancelled. These are three re-occuring problems every traveller dreads when relying on public transport. SE Asia is connected by buses and ferries, allowing easy travel to any destination. Wanting a change from the lurching and struggling ride of a large bus on windy mountainous roads, we book an express minivan at our hostel…
A stab in the dark, a lucky dip, a winning scratch card. That’s how I stumbled across Kounsaven Guesthouse. Scrolling through the options on Hostelworld I was not in the mood to search Luang Prabang in depth and booked Kounsaven Guesthouse. No one I had met yet knew about it and word on the street…
The boat pulls up to a remote bank. I search the shoreline for any indication as to why we have stopped. A man climbs down onto the sand, followed by bags and crates full of supplies. Within seconds, from nowhere, children run along the sandy banks to the man. They leap into his arms and…
