Woke up, sweating like hell: no electricity. The guest house staff advised me that it was due to a fire last night and that it would only be restored from 6 - 12 pm for the England Vs Portugal game, and then at six in the evening on Sunday. Oh well, f*ck the electricity. Rented the bike out again just to burn some time and have another good ride in and around Vang Vieng (no crashes this time, though). Not much going on because the electricity cut: everyone's just lying about, eating, reading and getting stoned, drinking warm water. Evening come and Mark and I were blagged by George into having a box of shrooms (her first night here and being "let's all get wrecked" and so forth) in a restaurant on the main street (can't remember the name). At first I was dubious: I payed $5 for a box yesterday the effects recieved = f*ck all. Nada. However it didn't take much persuasion and we soon shared a box between us. Twenty minutes in and I was a mess: lying down in some kooky position with only my eyes protruding from the top of a cushion, heavily tripping, yet eagerly intrigued. Vivid colours and patterns splashed every surface and even the music (not voices, strangely) changed into a low pitch "Mawwwwwwww". "Can you feel the waves?" I can remember Mark saying. Waves? It was like being smashed with a piece of 2x4 with a load of trips strapped to it. Every now and again the waves would come. There was only four or so of when we were eating the shrooms. Next thing, must have been an hour in, literally the whole town bales into the same restaurant and decides to congregate around where we where quietly enjoying our drug induced reality. I wouldn't of minded, but there's a whole f*cking restaurant over there and as you can see - I need some space! By this time, I'm well gone. My trip had begun and with it the most surreal drug experience of my whole entire life. I stumbled out of the restaurant, six hours later, refusing to wear my flipflops, leaving them there. I managed to get back to my room, and the rest, I don't remember, but I didn't sleep as when I finally come round I found myself staring at my bed, still hillucinating slightly, at about 8 a.m.