Before he knew about the bugs
Now, I think this is the point at which some of our “freak out” sensories just closed their eyes. We knew we had to take this bus, we were desperate to get to Laos. Ross did further investigation and found that the bugs were plentiful on the lower bunks…as in dozens upon dozens of them. However, the upper bunks contained no bugs. So, we switched to the upper bunks.
Now this was only the beginning…by far. And because this is a mildly long story and I don’t actually want to recall it anymore because it was that bad, I’m going to skim through sections.
Next, the upper bunks were positioned directly beneath the speakers which to our luck were blasting (truly) poppy Chinese music. Not even poppy. Sentimental songs by a male singer who changed 4 notes in each song and made an album. One cd…the whole trip. I'm still annoyed by it. We inserted our ear plugs and attempted a night sleep, which didn’t really happen.
After learning of bugs and listening to sentimental music all day...you can see the speaker above
So, Ross has made it to the front when we discover there’s a separate line to get upon entry visas. So we fill those out and pay our dues. He gets to the front again and the man at the window hands him another set of forms to fill out. Okay, loosing my cool a bit, but we’re okay…no big deal. Third time to the window, the bus driver comes up to us and motions that we need to pay some unknown reason of a fee to enter the country. This is when I start to break down. And this is when the best part of the story happens…
Ross looks at me as my eyes are filling up with tears and says, “Give me your passport Dev, I’m going into football mode.” Absolute music to my ears. Ross has never said that before and has since said that "football mode is the last option and times must have been getting desperate." Gosh I love him. So, we give $2 to enter the country, the bus man throws our passports through the window to the immigration man and he stamps them. Back on the bus and we stop five minutes later.
The rest of the story consists of the same, but you must remember throughout this whole bus ride, we’re more or less on gravel type road. The paved roads seem rougher than the gravel. So we’re bumping up and down the entire way and at some points, have to hold onto something or we will fall into the world of cockroaches. We become motion sick the last leg and constantly felt like we were being smuggled into the country.
But we made it! I sat up and read some signs and realized that we were indeed driving into Luang Prabang. We survived! However, we did get some insight into what sensory overload may do to someone. Blast that horrible sentimental music again and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.

