And a slow day followed...woken up by a hot air balloon being inflated thirty yards from my hut at just after dawn, a first...

Across the river, in a bamboo hut it can be, even here, a quiet place if you want it to be...and so another gently paced day feasting upon the landscape...and ventiane postponed a day, allowing ponder of whether I really want to go to a city at the moment...