Me and Camila got tickets for a night bus to 4000 islands in southern Laos, where the river divides a land into thousands of small islands.
Here’s our story on traveling to 4000 islands..
We were hoping for a nice rest after backpackers loiter across south-east Asia. We booked seats in the middle to stretch our horses’ hoofs as we were heading 15 hours trip by two buses and a boat. By the time we got to the station the bus was full, so instead of comfortable seats we get squashed like herrings among other people on the back of the bus. Side window view – unavailable, the whole glass is smashed and smudged by an awful sticky grease. After an hour the driver flips out and seriously hits the car parked on the wayside. After 4 hours waiting in the middle of night we can not believe our eyes when the driver gets into a bus and turns on the engine on. When driving he turns into a rally monster, ticking every hole on a gravel road. Meanwhile the toilet brakes down, which I assume might be very important place for few terrified travelers. For the rest of the journey the driver doesn’t make even one stop. Luckily this time we’re not driving with tons of furniture slightly tied on the roof of the bus, on one of the deadliest mountain roads. It takes ages to reach our transfer point, where we hear: „today bus finish!”. We desperately seek another bus company and after 2 hours we are ready to hit the road! When the boat reaches the island it turns out it’s way out from the place we booked the room. We have to face a long walk in a terrible heat. We are totally exhausted and in the middle of nowhere we decide to call the guesthouse to come and pick us. After 4 calls and an hour waiting a charming, fatty owner shows up on his motorbike. Most of the residents are a little fatty as they already manage to eat all the tigers, crocodiles and dolphins that used to live in this area! He gives us the key to the motorbike and says to drive it home. We are flabbergasted by this proposition but there’s nothing more I desire at the moment than this motorbike. We get on and turn around to wave the owner. He smiles back and suddenly mumbles: “Sorri, Sorri, room no hab for you”! My face changes into a Freddy Krueger so he immediately adds that we can have their bedroom. After 28 hours in transit I even enjoy the the big spider spinning his web while I’m falling asleep. Never loose empathy for people, even in crisis situations… you’ll benefit from it at the end.