Sleep eludes me. When next I open my eyes, I detected a slight bluish tint in the night sky. Dawn is coming, but it's only 5am here, local time. Before an hour had passed, everyone boarded the bus again and rumbling up the winding mountaineous road towards the Laos-Vietnam border. I thought I could still catch a nap but for no apparent reason the driver kept sounding the horn. The horn soon woke up the others as well. Soon, I realised that the reason why he was doing this is to warn any incoming traffic as the bus rounded a blind corner.
Soon enough, we were already at the border. As there were a few logging trucks and local buses in front waiting to be inspected, we had to walk towards the border post of Nam Phao and was greeted by mayhem as a crowd was gather along a small hallway trying to pass their passports to the officials behind the Departure counter. Whereas, at the Arrival counter there was virtually no one lining up there. There was no semblance of a queue and everyone was trying to push their way towards the counter. I would probably be still stuck at where I stood for one hour if it wasn't for Debbie which handed my passport through a door to the officer. She even waited until each and everyone of us had gotten our passports back.
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