On the road, I continue to meet people, but everywhere I see mostly smoke. And as we know, there is no smoke without fire ...

While driving in the south of Laos, I come across insects, too much waste, and nice garden monks!

At the end of the Vietnamese cacophony, I take the road already traveled to the north, to branch off towards the Laotian border. Oh, how good silence is!

As you know, I am writing these chapters a few weeks late. So let me tell you where I spent my Christmas!

How we prepare the rat to eat it, how we make fabric, and how Quebeckers recognize me. All that in this chapter!

After Vang Vieng, I cross extremely poor villages, until I reach the harbor of Luang Prabang, from where I will fall under the spell of immense love balls.

I cross the Mekong, from Thailand to Laos, by the Friendship Bridge. It bodes well for this beautiful country that I don't know anything about yet.