My first stop in Laos was its capital, Vientiane. The pate sandwiches were delectable and almost exerted enough force on my tastebuds to keep me planted beside the capital’s dusty streets, but I had no idea how I would fall in love with the country until I headed outside the city limits.
The dreaded Route 13, home to many a highway bandit and not a single guardrail, slithers and winds and double-backs its way from Vientiane to the no-frills vacation destination of Vang Vien. This little village seems like a tiny backwater at first, but it is actually more of a haven for all those backpackers who just couldn’t stand Koh Pha Ngan for another minute.
If one ignore...Read More