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.......the headlines here in Bangkok are "fearful city folk brace for soaking"......we got back last night and immigration was a breeze, 3 minutes, I waited over an hour a week ago......the floods must have everyone spooked.....it was suppose to have happened the night before we left for Laos, then the next day, and the next....now we are back and it's still coming......it's the slowest deluge in history......we were so worried, we did not go and get water, rice, other necessities, we went and had Set B at the local massage place, which included an hour foot massage followed by and hour thai massage for 400 baht.....$12 USD......my purple toe did not get the stick treatment....but all in all.....what a great way to spend 2 hours......we also ventured out to one of my Kin folks 64th b-day party......there are some sand bags in front of some shops, banks etc., but no water on the ground as of yet.......flooding means no power, and no power in Bangkok would be chaos......we'll see......PART TWO OF DAY 4 IN LAOS-----> ....our last days ride in Laos, our destination was the  capital city of Vientiane by dark......meanwhile as I came around the turn ther was a tree 4'+ in diameter, laying on its side from falling over blocking the trail........Mike asked how I knew about the tree.......a few minutes later Mr. Hmong came walking up and sat on the fallen tree and watched us for the next 40 minutes wrestle with, push & pulll, lift, drag, shove our 3 bikes around the tree, by going up the hillside and around then down into and through a mud patch to the other side of the fallen tree......he pointed under one of the motorbikes at a black worm thing, which was a leach, he came over and poked at it with his cigarette......I immediately checked my legs, pulled off my shoe and there was blood on the toe of my sock(from where the handlebar smashed it, that fucker could smell the blood)....it was about that time Tyler let out a yell.....he had a fat(from Tylers blood)leach attached to his shin/leg area with blood flowing down his leg beneath the leach.....he borrowed a lighter from mr. hmong and put fire to the leach who then let go and Tyler flicked the fat fucker back into the jungle from where he came......we mounted up and kept on and there was no turning back now as it was no simple task moving the motorbikes by hand, plus Mr. Hmong said it was fine from then on, and he had been right about everything so far..........as we were driving off a few boys on scooters were coming up to the fallen tree and ended up following us to our nest obstacle a river 100 meters across.......well it did have a rope across it and there was a guy with a wooden boat on our side who proceeded to go to the other side by hand over handing the rope and pulling him and the wooden canoe across the river, where he switched canoe's, this one was a bit bigger and came back to our side, where he loaded up the 4 boys and 2 scooters and off the went to the other side, he came back Tyler backed his bike on with a hand from me I opted to stay as the canoe puller only wanted 2 bikes in his rickety boat, Mike said for me to go next, I backed on, perched a foot on both sides and off we went......it was spooky as the boat had cracks, the sides were moving and if I lost balance either way the bike and the camera gear would be at the bottom of the brown muddy river......we made it......Tyler went back to help Mike do the crossing........it took about an hour for this crossing to happen, we mounted up and went again........now so many other things happened from this point until we watched the sun sink into the clouds over the Mekonr River in the Lao capital, like Tyler's bike wouldn't start and we didn't find this out until we waited 20 minutes for him in a hill tribe village, it was the gas shut off valve, mike put it on for the crossing of the river, erring on the side of caution......Tyler also laid his bike down going along at a good speed.....he got up and walked it off.....hurt his ankle, some blood on his fingers, lucky he had long pants, long sleeves, and gloves on.........a rock hit my bad toe as I was doing about 100 k's on a wide empty red soil road......Mike pulled his groin muscle.....we were not a "vision for you" when we got into the hotel on the river....we were also tired and sore, dusty, dirty, muddy.....Mike rallied and left that night and flew home early, so he could be at work the next day.....we changed our tickets for earlier the following day........what an adventure........today's picture is from the Outside Corner at Uluwatu......I thought it would be small this day.....meaning my study of the 2 reports and the tides had me bring my light short board......little did I know it would be 6'+......to big for Secrets, as Glenn and I gave it a go, then after 20 minutes and a fin fiasco we went to the Bommey, it was too much water moving for my 6'5" to even have a chance at catching one, then to the Outside Peak, where Glenn scored one, but I went without, then down to "Kiddies Corner" or the "Outside Corner" as it is also known, but is always softer and more "user friendly" then the aforementioned places we had just paddled through.....I surprised myself buy catching a lot of waves including one of the big sets of the day......once I did catch the waves I had a lot of speed, more speed then I am use to, so I had to adjust in order to turn......it was a fun day at the playground at kiddies Corner for me and Mr Glenn.......not too crowed early on.......Mr Glenn here in the photo watching me drop into another 6'er at the corner.....the Big Fella saw it too from the Edge.....it was a fun "late season" September/October was consistent, big and fun.......The Bukit Boys were on it........a few days ago Jim posted a shot from the day after this day....the surf had picked up, and Mr Glenn was duck-diving a bomb that Jim was droping into......that is what drew me to this shot that I posted today........