I took my time this morning because I was hoping it would warm up. After a leisurely breakfast I rented a mountain bike for $5. I rode back down the road I came in on, stopping at the caves. They were similar to the ones in Vieng Xai, but not as fancy. And there were no falang.
I rode on in search of a waterfall. I saw a sign that seemed to be pointing down a side rode, so I turned off. I came to a river that I had to ford. I rode on, up and down big hills. It was really nice. The mountains were all around me, and it was quiet. Only a few locals passed. But no waterfall. I eventually headed back. Looking at the sign again, it seemed like it was actually pointing down the main road. Despite not finding a waterfall, it was a nice ride.
I rode back to town to tackle the dirt road behind my guesthouse. It was a grueling ride, up and down hills. I had to walk the bike up the hills since the gears don’t work.
I rode out for an hour and a half, passing through 3 small villages. The scenery was fantastic. Mountains and forests were everywhere. Only a few people were on the road. Some guys with rifles and some teenagers passed by.
The villages were very isolated, far down the dirt road. They did not have any shops or restaurants.
After passing the third village, the road continued on. I wondered where it went. But it was getting late and I had a 90 minute ride back, so I turned around. It was a hard ride. My legs ached. I was glad to get back to town.
Beautiful shots my man. I miss Laos. Why do you think girls weren’t playing in other countries? To busy working or caring for younger siblings? Or just a thing with gender roles?
Thanks Mike! It really did seem like girls were always doing chores and taking care of babies. I only ever saw boys goofing off, and boys playing sports. Except for in Laos.