The capital of Laos hugs the eastern shore of the Mekong River, and spreads itself out in a Parisian style organisation of Rues and Boulevards.
Vientiane feels like a small French town in the dusty south; pétanque is played with impressive skill, baguettes are eaten with pate, and red wine can be consumed by the bottle.
Juxtaposed are the Tuk Tuk drivers, monks and temples that one comes to expect of South East Asia.
We spent a lovely couple of days relaxing after the hedonism of Vang Vieng and we opted for a room with air-con to hold back the 38 degree heat that we’ve become accustomed to in Laos.
The Sihome Backpackers Garden came up trumps, with a huge room and a delicious breakfast every morning.
Although we didn’t do all that much in Vientiane, we were finally able to eat some pate and cheese, and Lucy had an actual glass of wine for the first time in over 100 days! Heavenly!
We also enjoyed a Laos DIY lunch at Vieng Savanh, where you build your own spring roll style pocket with a load of fresh greens and Laos sausage for 20,000 Kip (£1.50) each. We weren’t as skilled as the locals, but it was bloody delicious.
It’s safe to say that Vientiane has had the best food of our Laos trip (let’s be honest, Laos isn’t exactly winning any culinary awards), and I think Lucy’s red wine may actually be her number one experience in Laos!!