My flight home was drawing ever nearer. But I wasn’t done. I was enjoying travelling again – it’s much easier with two, and Rudy and I were still getting along just fine. But he was due to go to China, and me to Thailand. I told him I kinda felt I wasn’t done yet. “Come with me to China”, he said. This would obviously be a major change of plan, and one that I’d dismissed because I needed a visa. Turns out I can get one in Luang Prabang. By the time we’d finished breakfast, I’d decided to at least try. I just had a good vibe, and if there’s one thing I’ve learnt on this trip, it’s confidence in my instincts. We booked a bus back to Luang Prabang for tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
The climb was tough. Through impressive vines:
… and fascinating wildlife:
… with the view emerging at each glimpse:
… until we finally reached the top. And the effort was most definitely worth it:
Then back to base camp for a relaxed evening:
It took most of the day, but I went to bed content and really looking forward to seeing Luang Prabang again tomorrow.
China or Basingstoke ? Let me think about that ( for a nano second )
You go girl, enjoy if you go.
Bob