Toward sundown, I headed west along the river road, back to the Bor Pen Nyang. This time, there were two freelancers present. After a couple of games of pool and a pitcher of draft Beer Lao, they made some passes at me. I kept my distance, not because I’m a “gentleman” or a prude, they just didn’t look my type and I wasn’t out for anything like that, anyway. I did, however, enjoy watching them try to work the room.
I again availed myself of the draft Beer Lao, watched the night market set up, and viewed and listened to the aerobic exercisers at sun down. It was a little bit of a repeat of last night, but had I made a move on the girls, the night would have taken a whole other direction.
After finishing my beer, I “ran the gauntlet” of riverside vendors, again, with the same empty results as last night.
When I got back in the vicinity of my hotel, I ran across some “ladies of the night” on motorcycle. Now, that wasn’t something I had been expecting. Again, they weren’t my type, so I didn’t waste their time, but smiled and laughed a little, waving them goodbye.
Next day, I left Lao country and headed home via Nong Khai and Udon Thani. In Udon Thani, I stopped in at “Fuzzy Ken’s” to buy some used books and grab a beer. I met Mr. Fuzzy himself. Ken was very polite and seems like a good guy.
While I was having my Beer Chang, some European falangs at a table not far away were in heated discussion about the Scottish independence vote. I was again reminded of how opinionated people can be; often setting on their position and not budging.
Can’t beat the location of Fuzzy Ken’s. It’s right across the street from Centrun and around the corner from the “inside” bus station.