The bus to Savannakhet starts at 7 sharp, so no breakfast, but a rush because the hotel manager won't let me leave until he has checked the room. He probably thinks I'm stealing his cheap bed suits. The streets are, unsurprisingly, even sleepier than during the day, i.e. dead quiet. No one to be seen. It's Sunday, so...
Savannakhet
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