I flew to Laos alone to deal with visa issues, the complicated details of which I won’t delve into – mostly because I’m still not really sure of them myself. It took four days, during which I ate pizza and croissants and chicken masala and fresh spring rolls and drank all the coffee.
I slept hard on clean white sheets under freezing air conditioning, watched bad movies on a worse television, wandered a huge night market but bought nothing except an Oreo milkshake, went to a bar alone and drank Beer Lao with strangers who turned into friends, and wrote two songs.
I rode a red motorbike everywhere, in the rain and on dirt roads. I made friends with the visa agents and drank and ate with them for an entire afternoon and into the evening. I climbed the Patuxai Arch in the morning and stayed too long at the top because I had nothing better to do than to watch the umbrella-covered tourists multiply below me.
What began as an annoyance (and the burning of a bunch of unnecessary funds) ended up turning into a peaceful trip – and a important break from the rush of my daily life in Bangkok.
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I get you, girl. Had to go to Cambodia once alone for a visa run (thank God for my proper ED visa now) and it was not fun staying 4 nights in Poipet. There was literally nothing to do. My highlight was my trip to the Angkor Wat for one day. Hope you are fine now, visa issues can give you a headache. xxx