Posted 25 November 2015 - 02:29
Checked into a hotel in the suburbs, it was the only one in the area.
The entrance was hanging plastic strips, so that people could ride their moto straight in. And they did. There were four floors, a man in a window on the ground floor served me. Three couples arrived whilst I checked in, the guy stopped serving me and dealt efficiently with the others, as a diversion from the onerous task that I presented.
Eventually, I was directed to the 4th floor, I struggled up the narrow stairs, sideways at times. My room was small, the air con was tepid and the room was filthy. There was nowhere else for miles, so I bit the bullet and stayed.
At night, every surface, had glowing on it, some sort of small stains, eery blue from the black-lights in the bar complex, across the narrow street from my window. Looking out from my window, there were winsome lasses in the beer bar, some twenty feet away, so I left the room for a visit. Beer Ha Noi was only $1.
Hang on, that was Vietnam.
Yes still wanting to be back in Vientiane, swinging in my hammock, supping ice n beer, in the shade of my Cashew tree.