Muang Kuai, Laos

Crossing the border to Laos was a blur (or nightmare) of bribing border officials, torrential rain, a gas tank running on fumes, riding our bikes well into the night, and a few tears. Luckily it ended in great relief at finding a town with a guesthouse and restaurant. North Eastern Laos is not the place you want to be wandering into the bush to find a place to sleep! More than 2 million tonnes of bombs were dropped on Laos during the Secret War (that’s a planeload of bombs every 8 minutes for 9 years!) and thousands of kilometres have yet to be demined. This is one place you want to stay on the beaten path.

Rural Laos
A pretty good representation of how we feel after a long day on the bikes.
Muang Kuai
On the balcony of our bungalow. We pretty much just read books here for several days looking over the river at the town.
Steve, TJ and Melissa – three peas in a very small pod
Getting cozy with the locals on the boat to Muang Neau, a village only accessible by river.


Local kids training cocks for a fight.


Several days later we decided it was time for one last adventure on our motorbikes before selling them. We waited out the rain by drinking too much coffee under a covered patio and were heading east before noon.

Rain, rain, go away…


New country, new soup.

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