I continue my adventure and finally cross the border into Vietnam. Apparently, some people did not do their research and were send back to Cambodia at the immigration office, because they did not organise a visa before. On the bus ride to Can Tho, I come to realise that traffic in Vietnam is insane! Motorbikes everywhere and the bus driver is tooting the horn constantly. There seems to be one traffic rule only: busses over motor bikes! Eventually, I arrive in Can Tho at 10pm; four hours later than scheduled. Too tired to look for an accommodation myself, I join a Frenchman for a homestay after having some dinner in the street. The best decision I made this day! Continue reading
After crossing the border from Thailand to Laos, I jump on board a bus full of beds. These beds are not designed for Europeans and rather small. My assigned bed is also broken. Cramped into my uncomfortable bed, I am starring out the tiny window and see miles of dense jungle while the bus crawls up the hills in first gear. The scenery is occasionally interrupted by trucks, fully loaded with cattle, overtaking the bus. I am talking to the other backpackers, but all of them seem to travel to Luang Prabang and leave me wondering what to expect from Luang Namtha.
After I had finished school in Sweden, I went to see the world. My flight took me from Stockholm to Bangkok in Thailand – the kingdom of tuk-tuks. Early in the morning it is already boiling hot and I fail to find my hostel. I am feeling miserable and am hungry. Somehow I manage to get there using a free tuk-tuk but must promise to come back if I need a ride later. Well … I am sorry.