Why Feet Cry

Feet cry when you abuse them. Make them walk in five year sandals with no support. They cry when they have to walk on gravel, pebble, and broken asphalt to the orders of the crazy man they are attached to. I am that crazy man that made my feet cry. I have walked over 30 km today in the city of Vientiane and it was actually okay until the last bit.

Today was Visit the Cambodian Embassy Day so naturally I walked there. A good 5 km and back. So a total of 10km. Took a good chunk of the morning. Had some super duper fruit shakes (orange and pomegranate) for less than 2 dollars for the both of them and a southeast asian style sandwich. Good lunch. Decided that it was time to go see That Luang and Paxuay (sp?), the golden stupa and the Laotian 'Arc de Triomphe' respectively. That was another good 8km. And then I did the Cambodian embassy again since I had to go pick it up. Fun times for all. Except, of course, for my feet.

I can't actually remember when I last posted so let me go back to Luang Prabang. On my last night in Luang Prabang I had a lot of orange juice. They are so so good, fresh squeezed, and only about 50 cents each. Headed out to Vang Vieng and did tubing. I went out on a zipline that went into the water and bit my tongue that wasn't too fun. Vang Vieng is really a drug haven for Laos. Happy pizzas, shakes, burgers, and even cakes are available (read: opium, pot). Thought it would be rather stupid to try it with strangers so I didn't. Doesn't mean I wouldn't though. You never know.

Got to Vientiane yesterday and the boat racing festival was crazy. Wall to wall people and litter everywhere. I did my best to stay as far away as I could. Supposedly a Laotian team from some village won, but I don't think too many people cared. Seemed like more people were eating, drinking, playing the carnival games than watching the actual boat race.

Going to Pakse soon. Probably tomorrow. Ta ta for now.