Now come on, this is what you've been waiting for - again credit for many photos goes to the inestimable Greg, but really, this is what you wanna see, me, looking all like an idiot in various degrees

But first a little history/culture, namely a statue celebrating a famous rebellion thing when some famouas Thai folk heroes did something grand and glorious and.. well, it's pretty obvious I just wasn't paying any attention. Obviously.
Nonetheless:

And here is the very start of the madness - a quiet scene in a downtown water feature in a civic area, in the middle of a big boulevard.
Nothing could happen here, right?

Aha, but if you look closely...

This is me in my least abused state of the day:

A simple street scene - notice the people covered in talcum powder, the pickup trucks full of water-firing youngsters:

That public city waterway, complete with impromptu divers:

Greg being blessed (read: mobbed) by the millionth tribal youth gang of the day - these guys were just sweethearts, every one:

Heh heh, heh heh, yeah the whole James Bond thing isn't so far fetched now, is it, huh? huh??

Yeah I look a fool. But it was great!!!! :

Another street scene - pickups, roaing gangs, everyone armed with waterguns and every car and truck carrying a salvo of a couple hndred gallons of fresh, ice-cold water in the back.
Some of those blessings really hit home:

Just me again - may have been the same as before...

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The night before the carnage, a lovely river view (same civic waterway) and a couple of brewskis to ease things along :

A bit of a blurred river shot:

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Just incidentally, one of the wonderfully colourful buses in Thailand - all buses are a bit like this: how cool is that?? :

Mad people jumping into that public canal:

Mad crowds in general:

Public bathers:

Public blessings/talc abuse:

Some cute little kid who gave us our share of sacred talcum powder:

A typical, very typical truck or car; loaded with armed civilians, all watering the world with gleeful abandon Note the BIG drum full of water in the back; they all had one! :

Me in talc-soaked profile:

Me and good ol' buddy Greg - this is how we roll, yo' (lol!) :

This is how I looked pretty much all day until I got a full-on blessing from someone with a whole bucket - then I was clean again and the madness started once more, millions and millions of Thais smearing our cheeks and foreheads and ladling us with flowers and good wishes.
What a beautiful goddamn country :

This is how HE looked all day:

More roadway madness:

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Ah yes, we tried to get some sensible arty photos as well the night before:

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And then, all of a sudden we are in Siem Reap, in Cambodia.
So it goes

I'm going with james Bond title ripoffs now - well there are so many to choose from! hehehe

So yes, less of the bitterness and more of the merriment - it's only money after all and the camera is totally replaceable, I can work two or three jobs in New Zealand and make my fingers bleed if necessary - and hey, it wouldn't be the first time

So after the buddha park near Vientiane we went to a little town called Vang Vieng, still in Laos, but a whole different style and pace.
Oh boy was this place messy - myself, gregory, and two American girls by the names of Tabby (Tabitha) and Jamie all went here on some average Asian bus (bad roads, good company, just a little non-critical spinal trauma from the seatbacks/potholes) ride and arrived, weary and in need of a drink to stay in and a place to slake our thirst.
You can interchange those two terms pretty much as you like over there.

So we got to a hotel after a brief scouring of the Lonely Planet, found a bar/guesthouse run by the rudest English prick you ever could meet who was, somehow, strangely likeable. As long as you did whatever it was that he liked, and nothing he didn't.
Case in point; here are the house rules, as posted in every single guest room:

You just gotta take what you can, sometimes. This place had everything though - free WiFi internet, free pool table in the lobby, comfy chairs and a proper greasy English menu. And proper greasy English yobbishness with every order - it was just like most of my favourite pubs back home

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In and around the town, and from the roof of our hotel (where dark deeds were often afoot...) I got a few snaps - Vang Vieng was permanently in the shadow of a thunderstorm due to the high surrounding hills, and when it rained, it poured - cats, dogs, sheep, buffalo, manatees and what seemed some very angry hippopotami straight down from the skies.

When fair it looked a little bit like this:

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Check out the purple poster :

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Tubing.

And then of course there was the tubing.... we drunk our bodyweight in cocktails each, easily, threw ourselves off rope swings, canyon swings and ziplines into the water (well, Greg did, I did a big swing thing and left it at that; bloody good fun though) and much exhaustive merriment was had by all.

The prices in Laos Kip make it hard to spend any real kind of money, but still we thought we had international economic duty to foist as much Dollar, Sterling and Thai Baht onto the good Laos people as was possible, so we emptied about three day's budget into the bars along the river. Each.

Tubing itself is, well, sitting in a big inflated rubber tube, coasting gently along a slow river, catching the rope-tied spears thrown by the bar workers at you and hauling yourself into their establishments one at a time.

It's a hard life sometimes:

A lovely Aussie girl called Cam:

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Myself and Tabby making out like I'm some kind of pet dog or something, scratchign my belly.
I didn't really mind - this was about 7 cocktails past sunrise so pretty much anything was cool by this point:

Jamie in the foreground, piss-drunk. And greg in the background, setting the trned and leading the way; totally piss-drunk:

Us all, I think, and some Dutch guys we befriended:

Tabby again and someone:

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Jamie languishing langourously, enticing Greg with her wiley wiles :

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I can't even see this one:

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Mojitos!!

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A part of the river:

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Part of the river and part of one of the bars - they are all pretty much on stilts to cope with the monsoon rising of the river:

Rivery stuff:

Some of us in the tubes progressing stately-like (ahem) down the river:

And some more:

And some more!:

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And this is what it looked like to start with. Or finish with. Like I can remember - I ended the day by throwing myself down a hole taller than I was and tearing the ligaments in my ankle all to hell.
Other than that, though, it was proper grand

By the way all photos - ALL photos of the tubing are courtesy of Greg over at www.wanderingnerd.com because I didn't take my camera with me and he had the foresight and mental faculties to kit himself out with a dry bag.
Cheers to ya once again mate

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Next up is the new year's waterfight in Thailand...