Shaun, a friendly Australian guy living here offers us his little vintage motorbike in the morning, and we gladly accept that enhancement of our mobility.
We will be taking that green bike to the friendship bridge and back today. Not that there’s much to see – the friendship bridge is essentialy a concrete corridor secured by grim fences – but the ride was nice. It is also a tribute to Dennis Hopper. I read today that he died and recall the easy rider sentiment, even though I’ve never known it myself. On the way back from the friendship bridge we take a different route and almost get lost in the outskirts of Vientiane, until we decide to follow the flow of traffic and are finally able to identify some buildings. Blabla. It was a nice ride. The color of the bike was green, and also white.