In Vientiane

While there has been little in the way of cycling action, I thought it best to post an entry anyway. The last time I went a significant amount of time without doing so I received emails from family members, threatening to call embassies and start a world-wide search for me. To avoid such over-reactions, I'm posting this to let you all know that I am indeed still alive and well. No need to call in the cavalry quite yet!
When I last left you I was in Luangprabang. I stayed there for a few days, enjoying the festivities of Pii Mai (Lunar New Year). I must say the Lao people certain know how to throw a party. Over the three days of Pii Mai the entire country engages in a giant water fight. It's impossible to step onto the street without getting soaked to the bone. Luangprabang is a great city. There is something almost magical about it. The surrounding mountains, waterfalls, and many Wats give it a feeling that one may think only possible in fairy tales.
After spending the Holiday in LP, I took a bus down to Vientiane. The 10 hour bus ride only made me more eager to fix Fred. I have no desire to do that again! I have been here a few days now and, after a little looking around, I think I've managed to fix the old boy up. A few more days here sorting out Visas and I hope to be back on the road. All this inactivity is starting to make me a little flabby, fat and lazy. There's nothing worse than biking with a beer belly.
So cross your fingers that all goes well. Hopefully the next time you hear from me I'll be back in the saddle!