My last cycling day took me from Houaybouha to
Paklai. 48.36 km on roads worn just wet enough
to be comfortable by the rain.
Charlene, you see, don’t cycle in the rain, so I had
to wait for it to stop. It drizzled for hours. If I
could have jumped on a pick-up truck or tuk-tuk
going my way it would have been with pleasure.
When it finally stopped raining at about 13:00 I
got on the saddle, and all the way to Paklai, at
least until I hit the new paved road between the
city and the Thai border, not one conveyance
Paklai is a sweet enough little town. The
guesthouse recommended in the Rough Guide no
longer exists and the only place with a view on the
Mekong was a humidity stained dump with a
bumpy mattress and extremely fickle hot water
Still, that view! The sheer and utter majesty of
that River! The power and light it radiates gives
life and meaning to the land!