How to get food poisoning in Southeast Asia

It's quite easy actually. At least I know which restaurant I won't be returning to. Suddenly Death appeared and pointed a bony finger to my plate and said "The chicken soup!" and that was it. Tell me you guys have seen The Meaning of Life. So ya, I was totally bedridden for all of yesterday, and am on the mend but not totally 100% yet. It was bound to happen sometime, right Anna? Luckily our room has a western 'style' toilet, the answer to my prayers in times of need. Man, these Asian toilets for the most part require they own post. Most of them have no garbage can, no T.P, and no bum gun (you'll have to look that one up), just a hole in the ground, a bucket of water and your own creativity. Blah. Anyways enough about that.

Looks as if we're leaving Luang Prabang tomorrow, our stay was a bit shorter than we'd planned but we're going to tack on the beaches in Cambodia to our trip. Both Dust and I took a walk up Phousi hill to look out over the city, mind you on separate occasions. What a nice little town! We've got some nice little photos too.



There's also one of a flower sitting inside a bomb, should have been included in our last post. Seems to me like the ultimate way to say "Up yours America, is that the best you can do?". Good for them.

Unfortunately, due to the aforementioned sickness, I stayed in bed while Dustin and a friend of ours Larry took off to Kwang Si waterfall, something I was really looking forward to. Since I wasn't there, but have the pictures, I'll do my best to narrate. Here's one of me curled up in a ball on my bed, sweating:


At this point I had just woken up and was trying desperately to rehydrate myself without actually sitting up, wishing I was dead:


Aaah, must have been nice. But there are waterfalls in Vang Vieng, our next stop, so I don't have to go totally without.