A strange day. It begins with bad omens and once again shows where superstition gets its power. Something urges us to leave, and indeed: despite an hour before departure, the bus is packed. The young lady who has control of access to the bus cannot escape my charm attack...
I would have liked to travel further with the hobbits. But before the journey to Oudomxai I have to say goodbye again. In contrast to my new acquaintances, who all continue towards Luang Prabang, I take the bus to Oudomxai. The trip on the Nam Ou will remind me a little later, but much more spectacularly...