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Leaving to Lao

Posted by admin On February - 20 - 2007

The bus leaves at 7:00pm. As entered the bus I noticed I was the only white, the only foreigner. Never mind I thought by myself, its just because its the second class bus. VIP buss tickets were sold out but I wanted to leave to Lao. We left Chiang Mai outside it was pitch black and every now and then I noticed a bushfire. After a while driving through the night I felt asleep. Out of a sudden the noise of the engine changed and I realized that the bus stopped. Did not know why at this time until I noticed about 20 soldiers in camouflage outfits, boots and armed with machine guns. Where were they coming from? Somehow the driver gave them a backpack. I was still quite tired and curious what will happened next. But what a shock – it was MY backpack!!! (I realized my flag applications I did for recognizing my luggage at the airport.) And those soldiers were trying violently to open it. Everything I owned on my trip was in there inclusive my Apple Powerbook laptop and of course all my photos of that trip so far. Its priceless. Suddenly the driver was starting the engine again and made himself ready to go. So I didn’t hesitate for long before jumping out of the bus into those armed soldiers. I started screaming and shouted:”Take your hands of my backpack you fucking bastards! Its MINE!!!” I took it back to the bus complaining at the bus driver. He pretended not to understand English. I felt so helpless and alone and paranoid.  At the next bus stop for fuel I forced the bus driver to give me my backpack I wanted it with me inside the bus. But surprisingly or not the driver couldn’t open the door to my bag. I was shouting and after about 30min I had my bag. I already thought its gone but I got it.

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