The last hoorah and the seperation anxiety

  

The last stretch, was by far the longest one. 431 km and Vientiane was definitely worth it though and the earlier incidents of wandering around on the wrong roads was no longer an issue, neither was the pain in the butt or the back. I just felt really darn good of driving this last stretch.

Not that it was finally was over, but I was just trying to enjoy the very last moments with lil Wayne and the open roads. For the entire drive from KL to Vientiane, I have had many good moments, but somewhere between Thakhet and Vientiane on Rd 13, the perfect moment was created and really was the cherry on top of this South East Asian pie.

The sunset, the roadsurface, the weather...All perfect! Blasting in my ear was Flo Rida - Good Feeling and just when the chorus went, it put a huge smile on my face..But at the same time it made me feel a bit sad. It was over, it has been a great one, but now I had to get rid of Lil Wayne as I cannot officially get him out of here as I never declared him to the customs.

This morning was spent in a bit of anxiety of what to do with him, it was now a part of my little vehicle family and I could not simply get rid of it cold blooded. Or at least not in an inapproprate way. When I bought it, I was planning to sell it in parts when I got to Vientiane. However considering that it never failed me, never missed a beat not even on the toughest of roads, this little Honda has took me safely(ish) from KL to Vientiane. Taking it apart and let it become an organ donor was not an option anymore.

There was another thing as well, I have been through these countries and I have seen poverty and misery along the road, especially here in Lao. So I might as well give it to someone that might have a greater benefit from it and maybe provide a means for a living. So this afternoon I took the bike for one last ride, one last hoorah to celebrate its magnificence....and to take farewell to him. 

Out on the countryside about 15 km from Vientiane, a family of three was riding on a bicycle along the road. I stopped them and gave them a note that I have had written by one the hostel staff , explaining my intention. While they were reading it, I took off the registration plate and put it in my bag.

The man looked at me with a confused look implying that I did not have all the screws tightened. Not to complicate the communication further or have sorrow goodbyes, I just handed over the keys and started walking back to Vientaine. Good bye Lil Wayne.

Vientiane

Patuxai monument