It's all about tubing really

So right now at this very moment in time, I'm in cork, no only kidding I'm in Laos. I'm going to see if I keep tellin people I'm home already will they actually believe me when I come home. Like the boy who cried wolf, but with a new modern twist.

Laos is cool, Mullingar is a metropolis compared to the capital Vientienne, but I'm not trying to say anything bad about Vientienne cause it has its little charms. Like to herbal sauna and massage for 3.50, or the sweet Indian food in Nazim, but I only stayed there for two nights, I was pretty eager to stay as far away from capital cities as possible. So I went to Vang Vieng.

There is a backpacker funemenon in Laos called "tubing" its more fun than you can shake ten sticks at. Basically your given an inflated in tube of a tractor tire and pushed into a dirty river. Cool yeah. Well after a few meters of drifting down the river you come to the first bar where you get a beer and hop on a zip line so you can plant yourself in the middle of the river and hopefully make it back to shore before you get sucked downstream away from your beer and relative safety. I don't think there is a laos translation for the word 'safety'. It doesn'teven enter their head, its great. You then go to the next stop where the big swing is. This is where all the photos are taken. Your told to get drunk and/or stoned, climb a big tree then swing into the centre of a very fast flowing river. The drunker the better really, its hard to discribe how much fun this is, the closest I can think of is Mosney when your 10. This will never happen back home, because its to much fun and we have no-fun laws. So I think when I get back home we should 'tube' the Liffey or the vogue, where-ever it'll be fun.