Did we die and go to heaven?




 Did we die and go to heaven?


Leaving the hot-air-balloon/paraglider/long-tail-boat infested Vang Vieng, we headed south. There was talk, last night, of an Expressway. No-one (well, not me) believed this was possible, but blow me sideways we passed through a peage-type control and glided along on a magic carpet of smoothness. Chinese built obviously, it seemed we were the only people to use it. 100 km of perfection, except the advertised petrol and service station was built but completely empty. No petrol there. 


A quick coffee stop, including the use of a camping gaz burner, in a petrol station (huh?) and then some normal road condition for what we thought was going to be the remainder of the journey (all 150 kms), turned out to be a false worry; mostly we had pretty good tarmac and arrived at our destination somewhat earlier than the planners had planned. (Hah! That would be you, Ed) 


I might add that the standard of driving was impeccable, in fact even more impeccable and safety-conscious than on every other day: we are driving with friends and family and it would be foolish and reckless, and that is not what we are, to do anything otherwise. Here ends the formal notice. 



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