Nov 5: Night, Phonsavan
Cold. Dusty.
Great views of the land
Along the way, we saw signs of recent landslides. Groups of labourers were clearing broken branches and loose rocks by the road.
For a stretch of the journey
Phonsavan is one main-street town. The place has a very cowboy feel, dusty with a fringe of something untamed.
Rows of motorbikes
Near the roundabout, and outside and opposite the bus shack (I can't call it a station), well-travelled taxis awaited custom.
And within the bus compound, itinerant food sellers peddled steamed buns, sliced fruits and other daily necessities.
We have been travelling for a while now. Been on the road for about six weeks. Without the myriad distractions of the city, Annie and I have easily slipped into an early-to-bed, early-to-rise habit. And we have been enjoying the sweet, crisp air of many an early morning.
Unfortunately, the air in Phonsavan is not so good. But, we have not walked beyond the main street area. Perhaps we shall do so tomorrow. The rest of 'Savan awaits.
Lost in translation: an episode in a Phonsavan diner, in Waiting.
Budget (for two in kip and USD)
Nov 4
Room >> US$25
Boat >> US$5
Pak Ou entry >> K16,000
Lunch >> K5,000
Bus (LP to Phonsavan) >> K164,000
Dinner >> K29,000
Nov 5
Jumbo to LP's Southern Bus Station >> K10,000
Breakfast >> K5,000
Toilet (2x) >> K4,000
Jumbo to guesthouse >> K3,500
Room >> US$6
Oranges >> K1,000
Dinner >> K16,000
Next... On the Plain of Jars
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