Another good sleep but the sounds of the boats in the mornings have woken us up. The majority are quiet but some are just ridiculously loud. They seem to be using generators as motors & they don't always have a muffler. The cold showers made us feel like we were alive so when we were ready made our way for breakfast at the restaurant. It was yet another great meal which we washed down with a big dose of lying on their mats beside the table. We broke a hammock last night so Lutz hooked us up with another. That meant the next 6 hours were spent swinging back & forth with the farmyard animals & sound of running water the only noises to keep us company. Are there many better ways to spend your day? Mid afternoon we trudged the muddy track for 30 mins to get to town, just to mix things up for the day. In town we had some shakes & stocked up on supplies for the next few days. After an hour we began the journey back to our bungalow but half way there realized I had left the camera at the cafe. I left Jac to return for the camera & she continued on the way. 45 minutes later I arrived back at the bungalow but Jac was nowhere to be seen. Next thing I see Jac coming from the other direction. Seems like she was daydreaming & walked all the way to the bridge to Don Khong, a km or so further than the bungalow. Seems like we both ended up walking the same difference. We showered in the cold water followed by a further relax in the hammocks. About 6.30pm we headed to the restaurant & managed to get the mats on the small table. It's a popular restaurant & many people that come aren't from the bungalows. Things can get a little squeezy as he only has 14 seats but it makes you share with others & swap stories. So we sat by ourselves with Jac reading & me writing this blog. That doesn't mean we don't like talking to others, it's just we feel like we've told the same story over & over for the last 4 months. Maybe it needs a little bit of a break. We had a few shots of Laolao with Lutz then returned to the hammocks to swing just as a storm hit. We listened for an hour before climbing under the mosquito net into bed, happy with the fact we have done w*** all for the day.