Hungover. Deservedly. I wake up early, because Charlotte is going to get the bus today and we said we'd say goodbye with breakfast. Rachelle tells me she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and sat outside reading. She doesn't feel very well - half alcohol and half exhaustion is my guess. We go for breakfast.
After eating and our goodbyes, we got back to the room. I'm tired, but don't feel like I can fall asleep again. Instead, I read The Beach aloud to Rachelle, sending her to sleep.
Aside from the tubing, Vang Vieng is a strange place. It's full of restaurant-bars with bed-sofa type seating and they all have televisions playing either Friends or Family Guy DVDs. I saw one playing The Simpsons and one playing South Park, but on the whole, Friends and Family Guy are most popular. All the tourists emerge late morning for food and then at about 1PM the place greatly thins out because tubing starts again. Today Rachelle and I went from restaurant to restaurant, re-hydrating, relaxing and watching Friends. When it gets dark, the drunks re-enter, soaking wet.
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