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This is an embarrassingly bad food post. Because I ate a majority of my meals drunk at the hostel. Or was so drunk I forgot to eat. And when I did remember to eat I forgot to take photos. Or the camera battery died because the one in my new point and shoot sucks. Or I went to eat somewhere simply because it had free wi fi. So let's just call Laos a culinary failure for me...

I arrived back in Vang Vieng sometime the next afternoon. The hostel I was staying at before had nothing free, but the guy offered to let me stay in a bed with Andy… (seriously, what does this say about me???) I was tempted to take him up on the offer but considering I didn't think Andy even knew I was back I didn't want to say yes without consulting so I got a room next door....

I thought I needed to get away. I thought I needed to stop sleeping with someone 10 years younger than me. I thought I needed to travel on my own again. I thought I needed to keep going with my plan. I thought I needed to do something more "cultural" or some shit like that. I thought I needed to be responsible....

I needed to get out of Vang Vieng. I started feeling like I'd been saying one thing and doing another. Saying that I just want a relationship and sleeping with guys who I probably shouldn't be. Saying that I'm not just on this trip to drink but spending my entire time going out. Saying that I need to be independent and instead following friends....

After a bumpy bus ride from Vientiane, one that was an hour late in arriving and only made pit stops by the side of the road, forcing me to pee in a bush, we arrived in Vang Vieng: a backpackers mecca revolving around rafting, drinking, and drugs. After walking around a bit we settled on a cheap guest house knowing that we would probably switch to the backpackers hostel the next day. ...