Kickin' it Laotian stylz.

Last night was our last time together with Caroline and Guro, and a couple of Finns we met in Stung Treng: Antii and Ristoff. So it only seemed right that we should have an Indian meal for dinner, then jump in a tuktuk over dirt roads for a few km in search of a nightclub.

Pakse has a population of 64,000, so I wasn't expecting much more than a disco ball and some really bad lighting, with some cheesy local tunes. But we walked in and the place was storming - packed to the rafters and kicking out some mean hip hop... Quentin and I were in our element! Again, we were the only Westerners in the club and sparked a lot of interest. Free beers for the boys and plenty of thumbs ups and dragging us all onto the dance floor. The lights were pretty manic, which forced us out a bit earlier than we would have otherwise (plus a distinct move from hip hop to cheesy pop) so we legged it home. Was pretty ace though.