continuation from Crashing a Party in Vientianne
I woke up a little late from our agreed meet up time. I blamed it on the booze because I had the worst hangover ever. I hurriedly ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower and then ran to her hotel.
Wheeew! She was already there waiting and I quickly apologized. She showed me the map and asked me if I still wanted to do the walking tour. I honestly wanted to say no because of the terrible headache.
But I said yes.
And walk we did.
I thought Vientiane is a boring city. Well, it didn’t look like a city for one, but I like the chill out and laid back ambiance of the whole place. There were a lot of pretty amazing sights too. So we went temple hopping again and then we climbed the big monument in the middle of the city that looked like a cake in my eyes.
After a couple of hours of non stop walking and picture taking, we decided to call it a day. It was very hot and humid and I was so tired (I’m such a wuss sometimes) maybe because of the hangover.
After our lunch in a nearby Mexican restaurant, we walked back home. I was planning to walk her back to her hotel but I felt really exhausted so I went ahead.
I slept and woke up after a few hours and I remembered that I didn’t ask her to meet up again. What a loser, right? So I ran back to her hotel hoping to catch up with her but the receptionist told me that she’s not in her room.
Sigh! I knew it!!! I think I made a bad impression when I went ahead that noon. I felt terrible. I went to the street side restaurant (sort of) and ordered something to eat. I was gobbling up some noodles (for the nth time, cheapest I could afford) when I saw her walking back to her hotel.
I hurriedly crossed the street and talked to her. I asked her if she had dinner already and she said yes. I invited her to go out to have some coffee or drinks but she politely declined because she said she’s tired already and wanted to sleep. I didn’t push my luck anymore. She went up and I went back to my noodles.
Sigh! I ordered a beer when another guy from the same hostel I was staying in walked by. He joined in and bought a couple of beers as well. While we were drinking, I subconsciously glanced at the hotel and my eyes went up to an open window.
And there she was, she closed the curtain and turned off the lights. Oh my God!!!
I guess during that time she might have thought that I was a psycho stalker watching over her. It was just a coincidence because I only stayed longer on that street because I was drinking with a fellow traveler.
Now the feeling became much worse.
The following morning, I went back to her hotel hoping to talk to her for the last time. The receptionist told me that she went to the market to do her last minute shopping. I knew that her flight was in the evening, so that means I still had time to do something.
I went to different shops looking for a nice postcard and a nice goodbye gift. I found a very nice cheap scarf that didn’t look like cheap. I bought it because I noticed that she likes wearing scarves. I had it wrapped and I wrote a brief message in a postcard and ran back to her hotel.
She wasn’t still there when I came back. So I left the stuff to the receptionist and asked her to hand it to her as soon as she arrives. I waited for almost an hour but I didn’t see her. I left her hotel and didn’t bother to go back anymore.
I went to my hostel and immediately booked a bus that would take me to Vietnam.
And I left Laos with a broken heart.
(i’m the frog prince)
aahhh… backpacking and infatuation. adventure-packed and addicting
cheers to more travels and more acquaintances!
thanks!
awww… ikaw kase d mu hinatid eh! tsk tsk. hehe =)
hahaha honga