12.01.2009 - 08.02.2009
Blog the nineteenth
5’000 dongs were missing when I was going to cross the border from Vietnam to Laos, high up on a mountain far away from any civilization. 5’000 dongs to get my passport stamped from the Vietnamese officials, money which probably goes directly into their pockets.
What relief when this other traveler behind me spontaneously handled me over the missing money – some 60 cents US. His name was Dave, Dave Wertz from the US, 52 years old and on the road since about 11 months. Last Monday morning, after exactly four weeks, we said goodbye to each other, not knowing if we would see us again in Vietnam, Thailand, Switzerland or the States.
We have been traveling throughout whole Laos together, from Muang Khoa in the North down to Don Det in the very South. We shared the cold evenings in Muang Ngoi, sitting around a little fire of bamboo wood to get warm at least a little bit. We enjoyed countless Lao coffees together. We ate Noodle Soups in the morning, sticky rice for lunch and morning glory in the evening. We made plans how we could open a little business and have it run without too much work. And we visited very interesting and also touching sites throughout Laos.
Our bungalow-lady in Muang Ngoi
Always equipped with my German guide book, I have become his personal guide. As a one-man tour he followed me to the caves in Vang Vien, riding a bike on a very bumpy road, he experienced the sun set at Wat Phusi in Luang Prabang, he went with me to the plain of jars in Phonsavan after having made his first (and last) Lao enemy, he watched the high society of Vientiane enjoying an ice coffee and a jummy apple crumble tart, he spent a night without me in the sleeping bus – and got to sleep next to this good looking British girl Isla and finally, he almost got stuck on this very relaxing island of Don Det, too.
My shirt suits Dave very well, doesn't it?
It was great getting to know you, Dave and having traveled together with you for so long. I enjoyed it very much. I hope you got back to Vietnam safely and found all your baggage in Nha Trang as you had left it.
Who knows when we will meet again – it would be a blast, I’m sure.