I spent 41 days collecting discarded playing cards on the roads of Asia. In the end, I found not only a deck, but also a unique book of tales.
264. | A bus where only the ceiling was free
15 hours on an overcrowded sleeper bus from Laos to Hanoi. It was uncomfortable, it was absurd, but I received humanity, food, and smiles along the way.
263. | From silence to chaos – two days in Phonsavan
After the silence of the Plain of Jars, I found myself in the middle of a rocket festival in Laos. I arrived as a stranger, and yet somehow I became a part of it.
261. | Phonsavan
BLT in Laos, a Chinese driver, a Lao doctor, chickens and a bank card lost in the rain. This is how I got to Phonsavan in two days.
260. | Waiting for the Dawn-brought Sun
The last night in Vang Vieng. No plan, just the road, a hitchhiking morning and the silence of dawn. And a sandwich, which for some reason means more now.
258. | Vang Vieng
I feel like a stranger at home in a boundless world that showed me for the first time in Vang Vieng how incredibly powerful it is.
257. | The first service
A very fond memory of a mechanic who came after me, doing more for me than I expected. People in Laos are kind like this.
255. | Pi Mai Lao
Water, talcum powder and laughter. The streets of Laos become a battlefield for a few days, where every hit starts with a smile. This is Pi Mai Lao.
254. | Vientian
A lost backpack, an overheating phone, a 30 km walk and a city where it was good to live. Not a sight to see in Vientiane. An experience.
253. | Hit the Road Steve
Hit the road Steve. I don’t believe in the word never. I feel like I can still see Luang Prabang.