We Came 12

So off the slow boat, a group of 12 of us converged, looking for a place to stay and a little bit of fun. We were successful on both counts.

Activities in Luang Prabang are few and far between. Night one involved... bowling. Because everything else in Luang Prabang closes at 12 besides THE club (for there is only one and we went there on the second night), THE bowling alley (God forbid they construct more), and THE place where we watched the World Cup, and I reckon the establishment is open ILLEGALLY! DUH DUH DUH DUH!

Night three us group of twelve went by painful minibus to Vang Vieng. After a slow start, we engaged in the local phenomenon of tubing: where tubes are rented to go from bar to bar where one can jump off of 10-meter rope-swings (and land face first, seeing stars for a little bit, as was my case), drink copiously, throw each other in the mud, play volleyball, and dance. I daresay it was most amusing, but I believe we are taking a break today in favor of motorbiking and what not. However, I am confident the revelry shall commence anew tomorrow.

My body still hurts. Gah.