Vietnam (and back to Laos)

In what was to be the norm during my time in Vietnam, it was raining gently as I set off from the town of Tay Son. The temperature was just at the point where I didn’t need to put on my rain jacket, so it was quite pleasant to be riding in cooler conditions for a change.

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Laos

After a long lie-in, I finally left my fan-cooled hotel. By now it was late in the morning, and hot and humid – enough to have me sweating while packing up the bike. I rode through the town of Nong Khai, heading towards the bridge over the Mekong – heading to Laos.

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Briefly in Bangladesh

A couple hours cycling brought me to the Bangladeshi border. I went to Indian customs and joined one of the longest queues I’ve ever seen. There must have been close to a thousand people. I was asked to leave my bike outside but, as I went to lock it up, some soldiers came along and told me to take my bike and go direct to immigration, skipping the queue. White privilege, I suppose.

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