After overdosing on chill vibes in Pai, we needed to get back to our party bro lifestyles ASAP. Luckily, our next stop was Vang Vieng, Laos. Vang Vieng is mostly known for a brown river that flows through the town. Normally, a brown river sounds boring and somewhat gross, but this brown river is bordered on both sides by wild bars with slides and rope swings. Lots of people started dying on the rope swings so the strict Laos government spent about 10% of its budget to send a commie down to chop down the rope swings. Now, I would estimate that only about 8% of tourists that visit Vang Vieng die.
Our first night we met some Brit Bro's who were pretty cool. One of them was named Lovedoody or something of the sort. We were planning on taking pictures of every bucket we drank, but you can tell we got confused on whether this was bucket 4 or 5 and the pictures pretty much ended there.
Later, we went to a bar that provided markers to write on yourself. Andy cleverly placed a "509" over his 6 pack. Unfortunately, the marker rubbed off on our sheets, and we later had to pay $30 to reimburse the hotel. $30 could buy a house on the river in Laos, so needless to say we threw a huge fit when we were handed the bill. The old-fashioned Mexican standoff ended with us giving the bellboy a stink eye and forking over the cash.
Here's a picture of the Vang Vieng river and one of the bars. Looks like a crazy time, huh?
We were told that everyone started showing up around 1pm, but when we arrived at 1:30 it was pretty dead. Luckily, we made friends with a homeboy from Idaho who worked at one of the bars. He told us what to do and got us some free drinks. This guy was real cool, too. Not only was he jacked and been partying for 20 days straight, but he had this badass goatee looking thing and was very friendly.
Here's a picture of some Israelis who were staying at our hotel. The Israelis constantly yelled at us "Be Safe!", "It's dangerous!", and "Lifejackets, LIFEJACKETS!". To get to the next bar down the river, you had to either intertube or swim. We decided to swim and talked the Israeli girl into swimming with us after assuring her that Andrew and Max were certified lifeguards. After throwing some sweet front flips into the extremely fast flowing river, we noticed our Israeli friend came up choking on water and missed the bar. Fortunately, Max was able to manhandle the situation and save her from certain death. The Israeli bros were not too happy with us.
Franky being a gnarly guy as usual.
By the time we got to the 4th bar, we started getting a little out of control. I'm going to place all of this blame on our Idahoian friend who was showing us the ropes.
Early in the day, we were somewhat on our own level. We were definitely enjoying ourselves though.
There was a cute little girl who was working as the beer pong ball retriever. Sometimes people would let her shoot for them. She sucked...didn't even see her come close to making a ball.
Finally, DJ Drewsky was allowed to get on the mic and get the crowd going.
Minutes later, all the party bros were gathering together and getting down. That is all the party bros except for Franky.
Franky was too busy doing other cool things like going down water slides...
And laying down the Franky mack of course.
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