The map on booking.com made it look like this hotel is a hop, skip and a jump away from the town centre so imagine our dismay as Mr Tuk Tuk took us on a 6 km petrol-fumed jaunt to the outskirts where white boys rarely tread. The road turned out to hold some items of local interest such as a magnificent market replete with pigs heads and skinned frogs and some local barbecues under the arches where no English is spoken and yet it doesn't matter.
As for the hotel. Not much English is spoken yet it did matter. Especially when we tried to ask the staff to book a taxi for 4 am and 4 am came without the taxi. Panic stations. The night-shift lad had a smattering of English, phoned the taxi company and established that a cab had been ordered for 8. Uh? So he quickly reordered and we did make the plane on time.
The room was cramped and the duvet cover was sadly lacking.
Give this hotel a swerve unless you want a hardcore local experience of your command of Lao is better than mine. While you're at it, give Vientiane a miss - it ain't exactly Paris.More