Well we were falling victim to Vang Vieng. Again, even with plans, we had very little motivation to act on them. Eventually we got ourselves up to going back to the bar area of the river where we had seen a place called “Mud Bar” which had tug of war and mud volleyball. The volleyball especially interested us. It was a mad house. When we got there, there was no one. As soon as we got in there, at least a dozen other people showed up and finally a game could really start. You could hardly move without ending up in the mud. The muck was thigh deep and the bottom was an uneven, slick mess. It was fun, and it was dirty.
We tried for a swim in the river to clean up, but it was pretty much just enough to get us presentable enough for a tuk-tuk ride back to town.
Shower, food, sleep.
Oh, and my flip flops were stolen, which really bugged me because I had worn them in really nicely and the fit so nice… so I had to buy new ones. In Laos, you take your shoes off before you enter any building, and they are all just left there.