Arriving to Laung Prabang on a two day slow boat meant that you walk into a new country, new city, new language, new currency, new culture… With about fifty new friends.
You split up from the group, sticking with the few you really bonded with on the boat and checking into your various hostels and guest houses before you all go out exploring. Only to find this new city crawling with your friends… Which is an extremely strange feeling.
Utopia was the bar and staying in a backpacker hostel was perfect grounds for a social. Drinks and dinner are nice but everything closes at 11pm. Everything except bowling.
The tuk tuks take their positions before you even get to the last bar and pack us in to the back once we submit to bowling. You all walk into a well lit bowling alley, ten lanes, and bowl in bare feet. You know the names of about half the people in the room and the tuk tuks again, wait outside.
Bowling in bare feet is one of my new favorite things (and turns out I’m really good at it!) I played in the rain and caught a tuk tuk full of friends from my hostel, and that was enough bowling for three days.
The waterfalls snuck up on us the next day.