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Morning view of Vientiane, a sobering, calming view of a nice relaxed town.
Martin likes it. Martin's pool in the morning.
It is only him using it. |
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It looks nice at 0615 in the morning. Lai came
too. She is not too happy with getting up since she is typical Thai, lazy. |
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Martin waiting for the staff to
finish cleaning the pool. Time to go to the
shooting range. |
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Outside the hotel with Bankk's car.
Martin and Lai is having fun. |
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Off to the shooting range with our
friendly monument in the background. The commie
flag is in place outside the entrance of the range which is owned by a
Chinese commie. |
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Bankk, Sunan and Lai. Sunan greeted
us and passed us on. Here is the our
instructors, Tui, Martin, Annar, Tuis girlfriend and Lai ready to go to the
range. |
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Martin instructing Bankk.
Martin has done this before. |
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Bankk is loading his
magazine with Chinese 9mm ammo. Bankk is trying
his hand at this. |
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The range was covered
and very nice. No weather interference. Lai is
getting instructions, but in no vai. |
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Lai is getting the grip
right, but in the end, refused to fire the gun.
She listened to the instructor, but didn't fire the gun. A chance of her
life time and she blew it. |
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Fun enough, dry firing,
but didn't follow through. Shooting is not sexy enough according to her
brain. The full view of the range. |
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Bankk is getting
instructions. The CZ85 Compact was the gun. Not
easy to shoot. |
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An overview of the
range. The entrance of the range and it was some
32 of them. |
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Bankk and Annar.
The targets used, imported from China with Chinese text on them. |
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Another of the many
shooting ranges. The official symbol of the
range and IPSC competition that was held here. |
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Lai posing with a
Chinese jeep. Martin enjoying a beer after the
shoot. |
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Bankk and Martin
relaxing. Bankk was a first class student and did exactly what Martin told
him. Fine. Planks for a new hotel complex that
is going up at the range. Sounan is in charge. |
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Lai loves this bomb and
what to take it to Nang Rong. But it is a little
too heavy to bring through the customs. |
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Time for Damsavan
casino. The road is new and nice to drive. |
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The view towards the dam and the casino complex.
The road is winding, but well built with good street lightening. |
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The entrance to the
casino is impressive as it should be. Lai can be
seen bottom to the right in the picture. |
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The main reception, all
to fleece you for all your money. The buffet
lunch was nothing fantastic so we dropped it. |
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Lai and Martin down the
hill for a trip to the lake side. In the
background some weird statues. |
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Something from
South-Asian mythology you should surmise. But
they are pretty. |
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Ready to go to the
lake. |
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Some weird stuff
outside a Chinese restaurant. What it is? Chinese cryogenic coffins, Lai
thought. Well inside we started having fun. Here
we are seated, Bank, Lai and Martin. |
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Typical Chinese dinner
table with the rotating glass plate in the middle.
We got our free welcome tea. |
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The lake with all its
islands.
They look nice in the horizon from our table. |
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Details of the rotating
glass place. The food took its time. But we had
a few beers. |
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The chopsticks had
their own pillows to rest on. Still waiting for
the food. |
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The food finally
arrived, but Martin couldn't eat it. It was spiced out of this world.
The entrance of the restaurant. |
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Another restaurant near
by. Back on the road, we stopped at a market
place. |
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Lai bought some
coconuts and raw mango, uneatable for Westernes.
Dried fish they had plenty off. Part of the staple food. |
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Lai with a dead chicken
for sale. Banana is another staple food. Plenty
her to sell. |
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Lai with her stuff and
Bankk. Behind the counter, bananas not ripe yet. |
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Martin's first wooden
fire in Laos. The have electricity enough so this kind of cooking is seldom.
Then back to the hotel. |
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