Day 663 - Raining in the bus!

In a tourist trap town where most travellers seem to part with their money with ease, the tuk-tuk drivers must be disgusted with 2 backpackers walking the 2km to the bus station instead of paying the ridiculous prices! At the station we waited for our bus to take us to Phonsavanh, about a 6 hour drive away. The drive there was absolutely stunning, and got even better the higher up the mountains we weaved - the views over the rivers and out onto the mist shrouded hills was breathtaking. The journey was enjoyable until it started raining and the roof of the bus leaked right on top of all of the tourists sitting down the back!

Arriving in Phonsavanh was a bit of a let down as this town really is not up to much at all!! It's pretty ugly and accommodation options aren't great and finding them in the rain wasn't much fun. After finding a room another traveller gave us the tip of eating at the local market where we joined Sam and Nicole (a couple from the States we met on the bus) and dined local style on noodles and gooey dessert.

With not much to do we set about organising a ride out to the Plain of Jars sites tomorrow - the draw card that brought us out here.

Adlibing it to pathetic Phonavanh.