Yesterday I left Pakse and continued my way north towards Vientiane. By the time I found a place to crash I cycled 168 km and called it a day. I had lunch at the 100 km mark and passed out for an hour and was awakened by a gallery of locals who were wondering my purpose given the tank I call a bike I am riding.....
Every time I ride through a village I hear the chant of "sabaidee" from the children and at times when I stop the children starting running for their lives, not realizing I am bearing gifts....Today I rode past a school and the students were waving and greeting me hello, but as soon as I turned into the school they went into survival mode, running back into their classrooms and warning their teachers that a wild man is on the loose! Once one of the kids on lookout realized that I was here to provide gifts, they all came back out and the teachers introduced who I was and what I was doing.....Kids are hilarious and have made this trip one to remember!
At times I feel like an Asian Santa Clause and I often wonder if the kids think that this will be a yearly event when the hairy man on the bicycle returns to give them sporting goods....I would love to come back and work in a rural setting to witness growth and development for months at a time....who knows maybe one day I will start my own school....
Today was a light day and I am in Savannakhet. I have three days to make it to the capital and basically will be riding into the airport.....woooooo! I wish had more time on this adventure, but I am proud of what we have accomplished as a charity in this short time....Going to get some rest for the 400 plus km in the next few days! Big push....here we go!