Excuse Me, Where Did You Say That Hotel Was Again?

My rather shrill and decidedly temperamental Thaiexchanges between the driver and his companion,
alarm clock surprised me immensely by soundingI assumed the contents weren't technically
at 5am. Prior to this morning's unexpectedallowed to leave Laos and enter Vietnam.
accuracy my contender for the world's cheapestSomething fishy was going on but that wasn't my
and most unreliable alarm clock had bothchief concern. As we pulled to a stop behind
completely failed to activate, and also gone off atvarious other vehicles at the border post I was
3.45am without my having any recollection ofmore than a little pre-occupied with the possiblity
setting it for that ungodly hour. On that notablethat I might be denied entry into Vietnam.
occasion I was on my way from Bangkok toPrecisely what I would be do in this event I did
Chaing Mai, and was sharing a first-class sleepernot know. The cardboard boxes were the least
compartment with perhaps twenty fellowof my worries.After waiting around for what
backpacker's and a handful of wealthy Thai's.seemed an eternity it was our vehicle's turn to
Thankfully I had my curtain drawn across soapproach the border guards. I was stamped out
no-one realised the source of their nocturnalof Laos with the minimum of fuss. Confirming my
interruption.Where was I? Oh, yes, Vientiane thesuspicions that something fishy was indeed going
capital city of Laos PDR, 5am and the scene ofon, I witnessed my driver palm a border official
my first major success with my erratic little alarmsome money. The search of our vehicle was then
clock.Vientiane had proven itself to be a rather dullless thorough than usual and with the cardboard
and uninspiring city. So it was with a certain senseboxes officially ignored we were waved through.
of relief that i bounded out of bed, washed,Towards the Vietnamese side of the border!Being
dressed, slung my backpack over my shoulder,the only westerner in our group I had to wander
and sauntered outside in search of a tuk tuk toover to the imposing Immigration Building on my
take me to the bus station.For anyone who mayown. My heart was in my mouth as I presented
be wondering, finding a tuk tuk in the dark andmy passport to the unsmiling official. As he
deserted streets of Vientiane at a little after 5amthumbed through my passport to find my visa I
is surprisingly easy. Firstly, walk for around twentyrealised that my immediate future lay in this
minutes in what you assume is the direction ofindifferent man's hands. I felt less than
the riverfront. At this stage you may, if you arecomfortable. Soon enough he had located my visa
anything like me, suddenly become aware of theand was beckoning over his stony-faced colleague.
fact that you are a little bit disoriented. Fear not,After a brief, unreadable conversation the other
for if you strike out down that little road to theman walked away. The man behind the plexi-glass
left, completely on a whim as I did, you will becoughed, yawned and then looked me right in the
sure to stumble out almost exactly where youeyes. My heart sank. He cleared his throat, it was
had intended to be. Assuming you are anythingthe moment of truth.The Immigration official
like me of course.In my case I arrived at thespoke. My heart was beating so loudly in my ears
riverfront near to the delicious food stalls that areI thought he said $10. He did say $10! I slipped the
open at night time. Unfortunately at this hour onenote under the counter and watched as he placed
is not greeted by the terrific aroma of fryingthat glorious stamp in my passport, slid it back to
beef, simmering lemon grass and sizzling chilli.me and waved me into Vietnam. Easy. What had
Unfortunately at this hour one is not greeted byI been worrying about?Safely back in the van I
anything or anyone much at all. Suffice to sayreplayed the scene in my mind. Was it a bribe? Or
there wasn't a soul about, let alone a tuk tuk inwas it an official fee imposed when entering the
sight. Having factored this precise scenario intocountry one day early? My guidebook couldn't
my morning's schedule I was aware that I still hadclarify this for me and frankly I wasn't fussed. I
plenty of time. The bus I needed to take tohad made it into Vietnam and what an exhilarating
theborder town of Lak Sao didn't leave untilway to do so!So, I found myself, twelve hours
6.30am, and I had been reliably informed that theafter my alarm clock had finally realised it's
bus station was only ten minutes by tukpotential, in the Socialist Republic of Vietnam. As
tuk.However, I didn't much relish the thought ofthe day gradually shifted into night I stared at the
an early morning hike without food in my belly,rolling hills of green and allowed my self to relax
and with only my heavily laden backpack forand take stock. I hadn't meant to when I woke
company. But hike I did and just when I wasup this morning but I had made it into Vietnam. I
giving up hope of ever finding a tuk tuk I spottedhad thirty days to explore this fascinating and
a slumbering soldier with a rifle across his lap. Anbeautiful country. I was excited and I was
ambiguous and non-committal hand gesture wascontent. In amongst all the panic and confusion
his only response to my polite enquiry about aback at the border I had managed to find some
tuk tuk. So I simply pressed on. Several minutesfood and a bottle of water. I sat back and let
later and with my mood darkening, a solitary tukmyself enjoy the journey.I'm not sure how long I
tuk loomed on the horizon. Quite a magnificenthad been day-dreaming for but I suddenly
sight if the truth be told. With my previouslybecame aware that the co-driver had clambered
sagging spirits given a mighty lift I began tothrough the minibus and was sitting in the seat
march towards the tuk tuk, very aware that mynext to me. I reluctantly snapped out of my
bus was due to leave in a little over half anreverie and realised that he had been asking me
hour.After waking up the dozing and dishevelledfor another $10. In Lak Sao I had agreed a price
driver and negotiating a price, I was very soonof $5 to be driven to Vinh, in Vietnam. Now they
hurtling through the early morning city streetswere suddenly demanding more. I argued for a
towards the bus station. People were beginning towhile, angry that the Vietnamese passengers
stir, monks were strolling in search of alms, andweren't being asked for $10. I knew a two-tier
roadside stalls and other businesses were slowlypricing system existed in South-East Asia, and had
being readied for the day ahead. The sun washad no problem with it until now, but being
unhurriedly rising and lighting the scenes unfurlingconfronted with it so blatantly made me
around me in a most agreeable manner. Vientianeexasperated. My arguments proved futile and
at this hour appeared gentle and charming, almostfaced with no choice I handed over the $10 very
attractive. But I had a bus to catch and withbegrudgingly. I wasn't having the best day of my
about two minutes to spare we screeched intotrip and all I wanted was to get to Vinh, fall asleep
the bus station, my driver hurling my bag at meand start again tomorrow.About seven O'Clock
and pointing to my bus and the ticket office.I ranwe stopped in a dirty, nondescript little town.
to the ticket office and bought a ticket beforeMistakenly assuming we were stopping for food
attempting to board the bus. I had to take myor to use the toilet, it came as a great shock
backpack on the bus with me and clamberingwhen I was told we had to change to another
over sacks of rice, various baskets and cages ofminibus. I hadn't been told this earlier, and nor it
livestock and one notably diminutive man, provedseemed had my fellow passengers. We were all a
a little tricky. I soon came to the realisation thatbit confused and our doubts and suspicions were
there weren't any seats left on the bus. Sensingsoon magnified by the arrival of our new driver.
that i was a little perplexed as to where I wasBeady-eyed, unkempt and smelling distinctly of
going to spend the next 8 or so hours, a kindlyrice wine he was not an individual that easily
old lady with a basket of chickens andinstilled confidence. Especially considering I hadn't
assortment of vegetables on her elderly laphad the most relaxing of days thus far and was
pointed in the direction of a pile of sacks at thefeeling quite fatigued. Now I was stood in a
end of the bus. I nodded my thanks and remindedgrubby little town somewhere between the
myself of the fact that I was travelling on a publicborder with Laos, and Vinh, our final destination. It
bus in Laos after all. This was what travel was allwas pouring with rain and my new driver
about and why I had chosen to travel by publicappeared to be drunk. Vietnamese roads at night
bus in the first place. I chucked my pack onto thehave a reputation for being very crowded and
back seat and slumped into my pile of sacks. Ivery poorly lit. Accidents are common and
actually found them to be quite agreeable.Itravellers are strongly advised not to travel by
couldn't see out the windows which is normallyroad after dark.Not faced with a tremendous
how i pass long bus journeys, so instead I readamount of options I shoved my pack into the bus
my book and drifted in and out of a sleep of theand jumped in after it. No sooner had I slammed
head-lolling, jolt awake variety. Apart from athe door shut we were off. We pulled into the
cacophony of noise provided by the wildfowl onfrantic melee of scooters and drove for all of
board, the journey was uneventful by South-Eastabout ten minutes before stopping abruptly. The
Asian standards, and we arrived in Lak Sao atdriver alighted the vehicle and entered what
3pm.My plan was to find a guesthouse andappeared to be a house. Quarter of an hour later
explore Lak Sao for a while, and then spend thehe re-appeared and came ambling towards the
night there beofre heading into Vietnam in thevehicle before slowly and unsteadily re-positioning
morning. I was in no hurry, my Vietnamese visahimself in the driver's seat. His hair was wet and
started on 18th September, today was 17th. Islicked back and smelt unmistakably of shampoo.
had plenty of time so I was happy to break theHe had also changed his clothes. It appeared that
journey into two and move nice andour potentially inebriated driver had treated
steadily.Finding out via ten minutes of signhimself to a quick shower before propelling us to
language that there was in fact no guesthouse inVinh. Despite having been awake and on the
Lak Sao slightly scuppered my plans. That theymove for over fifteen hours, and having a rapidly
proved to be ill-researched plans had sadly led todiminishing sense of fun, I managed a smile at this
my current predicament. My style of travel hasman's unbelievable nerve. I actually quite liked the
and always will be the "wing it and see whatway this chap conducted himself! I just hoped he
happens" style of travel. This "things will workwasn't really loaded and that we made it to Vinh
themselves out in their own weird and wonderfulin one piece.If he was driving under the influence it
way" approach to travelling has led me into somenever showed, and three hours or so after his
fascinating situations in the past and inevitably willshower our inimitable driver pulled alongside a kerb
do so again in the future. Usually I emergeand triumphantly announced that we had made it
unscathed and armed with a unique story. That'sto Vinh. The time was 10.45pm and I had now
the theory anyway.The only time this theorybeen awake for seventeen hours and forty five
cannot be applied, confidently at least, is whenminutes. In that time I had stumbled and groped
one is trying to enter the Socialist Republic ofmy through the dark streets of Vientiane in
Vietnam one day before their visa officially begins.search of a tuk tuk. I had been sat on the floor
From all that I had heard on the traveller'sof a public bus surrounded by quacking, squeaking,
grapevine I had about as much chance of enteringand clucking farm animals. I discovered that there
Vietnam on this particular day as I did of findingwasn't a guesthouse in Lak Sao. I had shared a
rocking-horse shit! However, I didn't have manyminibus with one man constantly smoking and
options and I had given up trying to explain myanother constantly spitting into a plastic bag. I had
predicament to the friendly but insistent group ofunwittingly been involved in an illegal smuggling
guys offering to drive me to the border and onoperation although I only played a very minor role.
into Vietnam.So with a great deal of trepidation II had possibly bribed a Vietnamese Immigration
threw my bag onto the roof of the minibus, paidOfficial. I had been ripped off. I had swapped
my $5 and took a seat. I soon learned that I wasminibuses in a dingy little town. My new driver had
to be sharing this nerve-jangling journey with asnuck off for a quick shower. He may well have
very curious bunch of people, who I later realisedbeen drunk. It had certainly been a long and
constituted my first impression of theenervating day.Alas, we had finally reached Vinh
Vietnamese.The gentleman sitting just across theand I felt an immense sense of relief washing
aisle was chain-smoking ghastly smelling cigarettesover me. I had made it. I began to reflect on how
with his window firmly rolled down. Another fellowthese situations always have a habit of working
kept hawking up phlegm from the recesses of histhemselves out in the end. Then I realised that I
lungs and periodically depositing it into a plastic bagwas exhausted and had to find a bed for the
he appeared to have brought with him for justnight. So I asked my driver the whereabouts of
that purpose. My third and final fellow passengerthe nearest hotel. True to his unpredictable nature
was a Vietnamese lady who, to her credit,he shrugged, pointed up the road somewhat
displayed rather more unobtrusive and sociablevaguely, and proceeded to drop my backpack
character traits. At one stage in our journey sheinto the deepest puddle I had ever seen. With
silently offered to share her fried rice with me.that he cleared his lungs, spat vehemently inches
Not meaning to offend I nevertheless politelyfrom my feet, nonchalantly combed back his hair
declined her kind offer.Alongside myself and theand sprang into his cockpit before speeding
Vietnamese passengers were row upon row ofaway.Excuse me, where did you say that hotel
cardboard boxes. Quite what these contained I dowas again?
not know but judging from the hushed, anxious