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Hi There,Well this is probably going to be the most random blog so far. Basically because we have started to get so dam lazy we are now trying to play catch up, as you have noticed the website says' Luang prabang but if you have read the message board we are now two towns on in the capital Vientiane, and as Judith Chalmers (Jac) is too busy checking her emails on the computer next to me I have been trusted to write the blog. So prepare to read the most rambling piece of crap ever.Well because of our failed bike ride attempt we had a little bit of a wasted day in Luang Prabang which meant we had to stay another night to do what we wanted to do. The story goes like this after the slowboat we were feeling pretty adventurous and wanted to get outside of the town to see some of these cool villages we had seen outside the town on the way down. This involved us going to a tour operator and enquiring about a some adventure tours that involved biking up to a waterfall and Kayaking back down the river into town, may I say at this point Jackie ("I don't like water in my face") Miles was like "yeah I am well up for that" in a big butch GI Jayne Voice. But now it turns out the tour was a little bit too expensive for us Minge bags. So me being me noticed a mountain bike hire place over the road and said "Sod it we'll bike it ourselves, its only 15k" Next Morning we hire two cool mountain bikes with two very uncool uncomfortable seats (my bum has still not healed from the trek) and we set off on our journey. Ten minutes into the Journey, YES ten minutes no Jones it wasn't 10 minutes it was at least 20 and in the baking sun that counts as an hour in my book. We hit our first hill and ok it's a little warm (warm...100 degrees people, he says warm yet e still sweats in aircon) and hear in the Whiniest voice "oh Jones I can't do it, I am going back home. You go on." It ended in me saying she's had a years gym membership and her usage was in single figures (More than Frans poor excuse though), Fitness First my arse. More like KFC first Coronation Street second and fitness about twenty first. Anyway Jac's bike spent the rest of the day back out the guesthouse and I bravely carried on in the baking heat, with stunning results. These stunning results where just around the corner from where Jac left me, there was a sign for another waterfall only 3 kilometers away. This sent me into devious overdrive and I thought "I know I'll go to this one take a load of pictures take them back to Jac in about an hours time, pretend it was the same waterfall and say... See it wasn't that far" Which I did but I think she was on to me as the one I took pictures of was about two feet high. The one we where meant to be going to Tad Se was two hundred feet high, Doh! (And the fact it should have taken you about 6hours round trip and you were back in an hour. When I got back to the guest house he was passed out on the bed) Anyway pretty unsuccessful day which ended in me collapsing on the bed from some sort of sun stroke and Jac calmly walking in after spending a lovely afternoon in the palace museum. Wasn't the same without you though Jones! he then spent the rest of the day in a mood, which I prized him out of by buying beer Loa and coaxing him teasingly out for food!Our Last day in Luang Prabang was spent properly seeing some really cool sites. Fist we went to Kuang Si which was the better waterfall an hour outside of town, by a scary Tuk Tuk ride. This was really lovely as you can see from the pics the pools went on for ages downstream and the colour was amazing as the water fall ran through limestone rocks giving it that tropical blue colour. On the way up to the waterfall we shared a tuk tuk with Ryan and Rhiannon and some Aussie guy who was wearing crocs and didn't slip over once. So we spent the rest of the afternoon with these cool people jumping of stupidly high waterfalls into the cool blue pools and most shockingly of all Jackie (I don't like water in my face) Miles even jumped of one I was however trembling from head to toe with fear, so I'm very proud of myself, I can jump 14,000 feet from a plane but struggled at this stupid waterfall!. Which was stupidly brave, and left everyone really impressed. Also in this waterfall park was Phet the tiger who had been rescued from hunters when he was 18 days old and was given this stupidly big pen to laze around in, and we got up pretty close and personal to him. Jess and Emily, sorry I couldn't persuade Aaron to get in the pen for a picture, so I guess I'm still in the lead with the elephant hug!The end of our very successful last day was spent climbing up Phousi mountain (pronounce that how you want) in which Miles nearly collapsed at the top, I told her not to be a smart arse and run up all four hundered steps. Here we watched the sunset over the Mekong and the view was amazing (the only view I saw was birds tweeting around my head as I lay down with my feet in the air trying to catch my breath! but was frustrating as our camera is now starting to throw more divas than Mariah Carey. It was so close to being lashed off the bloody mountain.Anyway sorry about the rambling rubbish that was this blog normal service will be resumed when Judith comes back for the next installment of wish you were... I mean Miles and Jones.
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