Monday mornings are only marginally busier.

Comedy bikes. Ul's knees knock the handlebars in Policeman Plod style. Our day-aim is to identify motorbikes for tomorrow. I have caught Mum's lurgy and lie in our slightly seedy fourth floor room eying the ripped curtains while Ul slogs round town. It's hot hot hot.

Evening meander on bikes along Meakong in setting sun. There is a sunset market full of snacks, tack, tourists, material, mopeds, Lao families, and kids riding bikes along the promenade. A gasp of activity at the end of the day.