It was an easy ride to the border posts and through them. Only startled by 6 ten-wheeled trucks in no man's land, not dogs land, each with close to 1000 live whelping dogs stuffed into cages packed high, bound for the dinner tables of Viet Nam.
Crossing the ridge the gloomy skies cleared into beautiful sunshine. Good roads and wonderful land scape I wound down to the alluvial plain of the Mekhong, that vast river, 12th longest in the world, that sustains life in these parts and hopefully will continue to do so if those dam builders will only leave nature alone.
After what was often taxing riding in them there spiralling mountain roads, the long straight stretches of the flat lands seemed quite monotonous. But I could communicate again in Lao language after nearly 3 weeks of relative isolation by lack of Vietnamese language, gesticulations and play acting usually getting the message across.
The big capital city of Vientiane loomed. The National Regulatory Authority for UXO in LAO PDR will be my host on 7th April, Bomb Awareness Day. This year, only in Vientiane, it would focus on Cluster Bombs.
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