Semi-Organised

Finally, I've got my flights booked. Arriving in Paris on the orning of the 7th of December. Yay! Home! Home being anywhere in Europe.

Also, I got my camera back form being repaired today.
Again.
Yay! Working camera. And there was much rejoicing.

Now the bad news

I just got an e-mail from the casting agent in Chiang Mai, near where Pinkerville will be shot. Due the the Writers Guild of America Strike, the Oliver Stone film I was going to play an American soldier in (not a major role) has been postponed indefinitely. No pinkerville for me, or toys. sniff. I was looking forward to keeping the costume.

Vang Vieng

Tubing. That's what Vang Vieng is all about. And that's what We couldn't do because it was too cold! It was hilarious. I loved it. The grey skies and constant drissle reminded me of home and were very refreshing, but I think I was alone with those feelings.

All the guide books go on about Bars showing Friends all day every day, and it's not something you can really beleive until you see it. But there they are, bars full of travellers, staring vacantly at screens, and that bloody annoying, and misplaced, laughter track. I'm not a fan of the show.

Having said that, the system works really well. People are out late most nights, and are too tired during the day to really do anything that requires higher brain functions. So the bars fit in perfectly. There's even an "Irish Bar". Unoffially. Irish in that it's full of Irish people, not because of any name or regalia. The reason? Unlike all the other bars, it shows "Family Guy" constantly.

The third day came, and we had decided that rain or shine we were hitting the water. Luckily there was shine! And plenty of swings out into the centre of the river with 20m+ drops to keep me aching the next day. Oh yeah, and the next day? A kayaking trip down the river to the capital, Vientiane. We got tossed into the water on two of the white water rapids.
All part of the fun.