It's a Laos thing!

Life in Laos. Haven't washed my hair for about 3 days as there is little to no hot water and no water pressure. I also have no idea where the hair brush is, which is OK as my hair is so dirty it just sticks to my head anyway. It's freezing at night so the local people sit outside their houses from dusk around a wood fire, as they have no indoor heating, thus my warm cloths smell like camp fire. The foods great but takes about 3 hours to get, after you order. We're now down with the ordering system, you order everything at once, including desert, then the meals just randomly appear, not altogether though! Most of the restaurants are the front part of peoples houses, so it's quite weird walking though their lounge room if you need to go to the bathroom. There are no street lights so the 1km ride into town becomes very interesting in some areas - you just need to hope and pray..... Oh! and I can still use my legs after the arduous biking marathon yesterday.
Emily and Tom just chillin waiting for ice-cream. The lady who runs this restaurant brought Emily a donna as she looked cold!
It's a Laos thing.
The heating under our bed - light globs with tin foil, ha ha ha Surprisingly it works and provides the added benefit of a nice 'glow' effect to the room.
As so much energy was expended yesterday, today we took a leisurely boat ride 1.5 hours north of Nong Khiaw to  Muang Ngoi.
Just a wee bit cold this morning on the river.
The mountains either side of the river are astonishingly beautiful!
A quick stop on the way.
Villagers selling hand-woven scarfs.
Muang Ngoi, this village is only accessible by boat.

Nong Khiaw

OK, so I don't think I'm a mountain bike type of girl. I'm more of a sitting in an air conditioned car looking out of the window type of girl. The guide voiced his concerns yesterday, stating that "it was very hard tour", "must be very fit". I've done Tough Mudder, climbed Adams Peak in Sri Lanka, walked across the top of Ayers Rock, surely this couldn't be too difficult. I was wrong, he was right. I now understand why they call the villages 'hill tribes' - Fuck me! We went up, we went down, then we went back up again...... The roads were all clay and very slippery. I pushed the bike up most of the hills and even down some. This was because I thought I might die as the bike kept skidding. These hills weren't normal hills, they were practically vertical and there was no end in sight. At one stage, after one particularly monstrous hill, Emily declared she was done and lay spread eagled in the middle of the road LOL. Dad also thought it incredibly humorous when a herd of cows decided to chase me - that was about the only time I peddled up a hill, I rode that bike like the friggin wind with dads laughter following...
Unfortunately while riding I couldn't articulate how amazing the hill tribes were, due to the fact I had little to no air left in my lungs.
View over the rice paddies...
The awesome foursome.....LOL
The kids chased Tom around and around, it was lovely to watch. He looked like a giant.

After riding for 4 hours we then hoped on a boat to undertake part 2 of the day.... A 3 hour hike to the waterfall.
Yep, not exactly an easy hike either.
 After the biking and hiking you could also kayak for 2 hours back to Nong Khiaw, WTF. Mum and dad lasted 20 minutes as their kayak started to sink LOL