We continued our journey in another bus ... fortunately this one had proper windows and no farm animals with nervous bladders on the roof ... though it was considerably more cosy than the previous bus. Enough leg room for a munchkin, the isle full from back to front with people sitting between each others legs on tiny little plastic stools, the conductor walking along the arms of the chairs to take peoples money.
Finally at Vientiane we went out and found a French restaurant. Never thought I would say this but God bless the French and their imperialist history ... after all this time we have found some proper bread and a fantastic steak. Finally, having sore knees and smelling of wee wasn't so bad.
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