Stories of a backpacking addict
Subject: I got on the Wrong Plane!
Just spent the last few days in a place called plain of jars. Archeology site which has these concrete jars that no one is sure who made and why…
The town was a dusty frontier town that looked like some cowboys would appear any moment and have a shoot out.
The other thing Pong Sevate is famous for it the carpet bombing the US did there for em.. no particular reason anybody has really figured out apart from target practice. The place is LITTERED with bomb craters. It’s really sobering especially if you see it on a plane. Which brings me to my plane adventure..
I got on the wrong plane today. I ended up in the capital instead of Laung prabang… How did it happen you ask?? Well. I asked this man standing at the plane in this tiny airport if it was going to LP and
he said YES so I got on and sat down. No one checked my ticket and so 40 minutes later to my horror I arrived 11 hours bus ride away from where I was supposed to be. All my stuff is up there with Crusty and Nic! I only have a day pack! Oh no!
Anyway I go along and have a good chat with the people there, and next thing I know I am got a deal going that if I teach English to the sales girls in Vientienne at the Lao aviation they will give me a flight to Hanoi in exchange, (along with a flight back to my original destination..of course }. Not bad…
Supposedly this happens about three times a year and people tend not to find it as amusing as I…
Must go.
Yan
PS.. to answer the WHEN ARE YOU GOING HOME question.
Answer: Probably after the millennium. My dream millennium is to be somewhere QUIET with no fuss and don’t have to spend any money, … with some very cool people. and not have everyone running around
like lunatics…
Yan Sham-Shackleton Online 