I spent my last few days killing time in Luang Prabang. I went to a cocktail party on Friday night. I met some expats who invited me to play football with them on Saturday evening. The staff at the cocktail party heard I was playing so they invited me to play in their local league on Saturday morning at 8:30am. After an evening of free cocktails I did not go well on Saturday morning. I did manage to avoid vomiting. I came off before half time and went to sleep on the sideline. We lost 7-6.
I ended up bailing on the evening game. It was 37 degrees and I had to get my stuff sorted to leave.
I'm currently at Kuala Lumpur Airport waiting for my next flight to Tehran. Then I fly to Azerbaijan, then on to Budapest. From Budapest I'm getting a lift with a Polish guy who I met in Laos, who is going to drop me in the Czech Republic. It was a pretty lucky score to find a guy who flies back to Budapest the same day and whose journey home goes right past where I need to go. He did mention when I first met him that he'd probably try human flesh if he had the opportunity, so it could go badly for me...
Not much else for me to say, except some advice:
Don't slide tackle on astroturf.
I ended up bailing on the evening game. It was 37 degrees and I had to get my stuff sorted to leave.
I'm currently at Kuala Lumpur Airport waiting for my next flight to Tehran. Then I fly to Azerbaijan, then on to Budapest. From Budapest I'm getting a lift with a Polish guy who I met in Laos, who is going to drop me in the Czech Republic. It was a pretty lucky score to find a guy who flies back to Budapest the same day and whose journey home goes right past where I need to go. He did mention when I first met him that he'd probably try human flesh if he had the opportunity, so it could go badly for me...
Not much else for me to say, except some advice:
Don't slide tackle on astroturf.
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