After digging myself out of my Don Det hammock I headed back to the mainland with no clue as to where I was going to go next... east to the Bolaven Plateau or north to Tha Khaek or Vientiane. A few people had talked about the wonders of the Plateau ... rugged countryside where the world's best coffee comes from .... so ..... off I went whilst Vicky (above middle) and Rico (left) headed to Van Vieng and Vientiane respectively. Well there's independent travel and the bloody stupid - my experience being the latter .... Paksong, the main 'town', was in the middle of nowhere, cold, damp and so few services that I thought I was going to have to find frogs and spiders to roast over a campfire. Above left are coffee beans drying and in the middle are some waterfalls that I found after carrying ALL of my belongings some 3km in a fit of determination that my trip to the Plateau would not be wiped forever from my memory. Anyone heading that way - sort things out in Pakse before you go - I thought I had it bad but the next day I met another girl who'd had to sleep outside on her rucksack until being woken up by a local at 2 am .....
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