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Treehouse, 10:01 pm 

I’m lying in my bed listening to music before going to sleep. I can feel the chill of the night air on my bare skin and hear, over the sounds of the music, the whoosh of the waterfall in the background and the occasional frup frup of a moth hitting the protective cocoon of the mosquito net surrounding my bed. It is pitch black like it only gets in really remote areas, far from any kind of civilization, the only light is the tiny amount spilling out around the edges of my phone where it lies face down on the … Read the rest

Over the river, 3:22 pm

I’m on a bridge consisting of three thin metal wires in a V-shape, one for your feet and two for your hands. I am balancing precariously as the single line for my feet keeps moving side to side with every step I take. Right below me a is the river, the water cascading over dark grey cliffs that would surely kill me if I fell. I would be scared if it wasn’t for the double safety rope that goes from a fourth wire down to my harness.… Read the rest

Over the jungle, 2:40 pm

I’m whizzing through the air along a metal wire suspended over a gorge. All around me is lush greenery, jungle spilling down the sides of the valley. To my left a bare rock face, water cascading over the edge to form a huge waterfall, a rainbow down at the bottom where the sunlight hits the spray off the rocks. The speed is exhilarating and I shriek with joy, drowning out both the whining wirr of the zip line and the rush of the waterfall.… Read the rest

Bolevan platue, 11:58 am

We’re in the jungle now: the track, if you can even call it that, slopes steeply downwards over roots and moss clad boulders. Except for the track there’s trees and plants all around, you can only see a few meters in front of you. Despite not having rained for several days, everything is damp, the track muddy and the rocks and trees are slippery. All around is the sound of insects and in the distance the rush of a waterfall. I have a nylon strap harness strapped to my legs and shoulders, two safety cords and a zip line pulley … Read the rest

The Big Indochina Trip: the long ride to Pakse 

The next city I wanted to go to is Pakse which is little over 300 kilometers from Thakhek. The reasonable thing to do would be to do it in two days but I’m tired of transit towns with nothing to see so I made a deal with myself; if I reached Savannakhet, the biggest city along the way,  before lunch I would continue all the way.

I didn’t manage to take off quite as early as I wanted but I made good time and by eleven I was already passed the junction with the Savannakhet road so I decided to … Read the rest

Central Pakse, 8:00 pm

I’m only a couple of blocks from the main street but the place is almost empty. A few cars and scooters passing by, an open shop down the street shining like a beacon and the warm orange glow of the street lights that shine for no-one. With so many travelers coming here you would think the place would be more active but it no, everything seems dead and deserted.… Read the rest

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