Lonelyhearts

There's a regular event around here. Howard and I are walking back late at night to the Phet Phim, our guuesthouse, and invariably we hear a motorbike cruising up behind us. Then we make a quick bet whether it's gay boys, hookers, or ladyboys coming to try and pick us up. Without fail, I tell you. Every time. At least one of the three groups, members of the Vientiane latenight lonelyhearts club. Although one night we were coming home late enough that we heard the throb of the giant monastery drums and the sonorous chanting from inside the walls of the Wat. Pictures to follow shortly. 4 AM is the beginning of the day for the monks.