So I came back to Vientiane and now I have this fk'd up coughing thing and its driving me insane. Im feeling down because hey I've just partied my last party for a month, am sick, and am on my lonesome again in Vientiane and I also have to go back to work on a saturday. Work wasn't too bad but I hadn't started shooting yet and theirs not much to edit if theirs not much shot.
Saturday ended up being a bit ridiculous and my body was literally not ready to even be awake let a lot at my computer processing thoughts into ideas. I did manage to do a bit of work, make plans to shoot on sunday early and then get out by 1pm and go home and pass out.
Sunday I was up early and was shooting mushrooms at the farm by 8am. wow, way too early for me but it did feel really good to finally get something in the can. It is why I'm here after all so progress is progress. Its interesting to see how the mushrooms were made. They use saw dust and then mix it with the fungus which they pack into a 1.25 litre coke bottle like plastic bag. They then stack them into rows and rows and have a little opening at the top. The fungus grows and after 3 months it starts shooting out mushrooms. (non hallucinogenic mushrooms that is)
They have 2 types. Oyster mushrooms which are brown and white mushrooms. The Oyster ones bloom more in the hotter rainy season and the white ones in the cool season. Both very popular with the market and hence yield a good return. They said that they can generate 100kg or mushrooms a day. Amazing.
We got some of the farmer which is had later in a soup Souly cooked up for me. I would say that it was nice which it was. very healthy and probably the healthiest thing I've eaten since I got to Asia but she dumped a million chillies into it and my mouth burnt like crazy with ever bite. Damn you mum for punishing me with chillies when I was a child. My chilli tolerance is considerably pathetic for an asian. Souly even said con, your asian, you should be able to handle chilli. Nope. I suck. and everytime I feel a little guilty.
At the end of the day I felt good I had actually done some work whilst sick at the same time. Jules came in that night and we ended up having dinner with 2 swedish guys we partied with in Vang Vieng but its was a much more quieter sombre occasion for a bunch of veteran backpackers all nursing their war wounds. No rest for the wicked as they say.
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