Same same indeed...but really very different. Different boat, different seats and no allocation. Bill would never again forget the meaning of 'same same but different' (hell they even print it on t-shirts!) and Lis would spend the next 8 hours grinning smugly in her cushy seat right at the front occasionally making the trip to the back of the boat to take note of the folks sitting on the floor next to the engine...

Same same my ass...

More lovely scenery and beer which made our brains very mushy indeed and we arrived at the old French colonial town of Louang Prabang. Every bit as beautiful as we were told but not all that cheap. Still, we found a decent place to stay and set out to find dinner.

Pretty uneventful really...