Sweet, sweet phenylalanine.

I had a teary reunion with Diet Coke this morning when we got to Vientiane... along with a delicious cappuccino at the Scandinavian bakery (this one's going out to you, Guro, Antii and Ristoff). Soooo good. Especially after a 10 hour overnight bus journey during which they played Laotian music videos at full volume for about six hours. To be fair though, it was probably the fanciest bus we've ridden the whole time we've been in Asia. Self pronounced "KING OF BUS", we got fed, watered and given sweets and refresher towels... and had loads of room.

Off again tomorrow up further North to Luang Prabang - what can I say, we're suckers for a bus ride. Vientiane has been pretty vacant, as we've been advised in past. So up to LP for some waterfall and cave action, down to Vang Vieng for some chilling and mad illing, then dipping back into Thailand for our last few days before heading to Taipei for a day then on to Auckland. And hopefully Fiji for a week after that.

Ciao for now. xx

PS - I've had a few requests for Quentin to post again. Let me straighten this out: it's not because I am hogging the blog - he just can't be arsed posting. Something to do with having written thousands of stories as a journalist, apparently. So, if you're lurking on this URL in the hope of digesting his profound literary gems, you may as well just log on to the Web User/Personnel Today site and read some of his old stories instead. He may surprise us all yet though...