Jez will always remember Laos for the charm of the old royal capital, the friendliness of the people and a bus journey through the heart of the country.
The peaks of the fog-covered hills look like volcanoes floating on an ocean of fog, or nipples of well-rounded breasts peeping from beneath rich white layers of foam in a bathtub.
Our heroes float down the Mekong and up the Nam Ou, live the sauna-and-pate life in Luang Prabang, are momentarily taken in by the Bad Man Mr. Thandy, play with dead bats in Muang Nan, and eat silkwor
