For most people, Vang Vieng is a place where you can float on a rubber tube down the Nam Song River and party at rickety riverside bars. It is also a place where you can chill out in bars, watch endless reruns of "Friends" and "Family Guy" and try a happy pizza and/or a mushroom shake. For me, however, it will always be the place where I lost my watch.
I don't know how it happened but I know that I was very upset when I realised that it was gone. This was the reason why I looked for it intensively and at different times of day and night. At some point, I just had to come to terms with the fact that I would never find it again. What I found particularly frustrating about all this was to wake up one morning and wonder what time it was... Oh.
In order to cope with the frustration, I have tried to hold on to the moments during which the passing of time was not important. I found out that it was great to be understood every time I told people the story. I am particularly grateful for having had Corrie around; she was extremely supportive and never got tired of helping me look for the watch even when I started to wonder if we would ever find it again. It was nice to appreciate the beauty of the landscapes, especially at sunset. It was amazing to look at the sky every now and then, see hot air balloons and realise that the local children have the opportunity to grow up in a place where they can see them everyday.
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