Are you kidding? A 12 hour sleeping bus!

There is no way in any shape or form I am getting on a sleeping bus.

No way.

No how.

For some reason my protests were ignored.

Ceci kept repeating:

It’s all part of the adventure.

My ass!

I don’t want to be on a bus overnight as it tries to negotiate through the roads of a mountain, which is just big enough to fit a bus on one side and a car on another… with some parts not offering any guard rails.

Yeah you can see my reluctance to get on the stupid bus for 12 hours.

The only reason we are getting on the bus is to go to Luang Prabang, a UNESCO World Heritage site.

Side note… here is the history lesson (courtesy of Wikipedia):

Luang Prabang, means: "Royal Buddha Image, is a city located in north central Laos, where the Nam Khan river meets the Mekong River about 425 kilometres north of Vientiane.

Thankfully, after arriving at the travel agent, we were informed that the new sleeping bus was broken. Yes a bus that was brand new, and only been on one trip that week, didn’t work. Yeah I was pushing out of the way to get on that bus!

Anyway after weighing up getting on another 12 hour bus or a 30 minute flight to Luang Prabang, we all collectively agreed, to book a flight out of Vientiane the very next day.

This gave us an opportunity to head to Ceci’s favourite Lao restaurant where we gorged on traditional food – chicken larb, spiced chicken in ginger and coriander, with desserts like pumpkin and coconut cake, and pineapple with palm sugar and coconut ice cream. DELICIOUS!

Suffice to say, I waddled home filled with food and BeerLao.