Bus run, sick locals and a downhill run

I was up early to catch the bus, I just was not up to riding back over those hills, my neck was still sore and it hurts to turn it so bus it was, well half of the way anyway. I arrived to find the bus did not leave for an hour so had time to kick back, I would have rather been in bed, but I had been told the wrong time never mind I was there and so was the bus.
They put my bike on the roof and my trailer in the cargo hold below, I jumped on the bus and got a set towards the front as at the back can be very bumpy. The bus headed away with a mix of farrangs and locals, there was a mother and daughter sitting across from me, after what would have had to have been maybe 5km the mum started throwing up and it was like this for the next 120km yeppy, later the kid started as well, I think more because the mum throwing up all the time than anything, as towards the end after listening to her for a few hours I was feeling sick as well.
I had decided I would go half way back to Vang Vieng and then ride the rest, I wanted to ride that downhill section. So I was very thankful when my stop came up. This time the sun was shining and it was a good day to be on the bike. I had a little uphill then it was down. Yeppy.. so exciting.
As I approach the top of the downhill section the sun was out it was completely different to the rainy peak I had ridden over a few days before. I stopped and did some photos of the now clear panoramic view and the surrounding area, then it was time for the downhill run. I passed a Minivan and a couple of trucks on the ways down, speeding through the villages the kids did not even have chance to say sawadee, I was tucked in low to reduce the wind resistance and the now more rigid trailer was following like a dream, I think even better than before.
I was pumped up for this one so I was even peddling when I started to slow, It was not long before I hit the bottom in a rush of speed that was soon wiped out by the new ascent before me. After climbing for so long on the way up I had forgotten there were a few downhill parts as well. After this it was a lot of cruising down hill, it was a pain to climb up but it was a nice easy ride down. Top gear sort of thing, slow peddling and cruising.
The rest of the day was a few up hills and more down hills, I managed to do the 103km that had taken 11 hours to ride up in 5 hours to ride down. I was feeling a little tired about 40km out and was looking for that local bus to jump on, I know it was mostly downhill but it was hellishly hot. Luckily the rains came at 20km out and cooled things down a little bit, it was heavy enough to cool me down but not heavy enough to sock me through.
I had also stopped to pick up some snacks to eat on the way back, I had grabbed some dried marinated meat, most of it was nice, can you see were this is going, I had one bit that tasted off, you know the smell of rotting flesh, well it tasted like that, so it was swallowed fast and another bit put in to remove the taste, now you’re saying to yourself why not spit it out, I knew by now my stomach juices would devour everything, the good the bad and the bloody awful. I have eaten that much crap now I think my gut is as tough as the locals, they’re the ones I eat with mostly anyway. Drink there water, yep it’s probably just a matter of time. Touch wood it won’t happen.
Vang Vieng was the same as when I left, lots of bars and boozy people, I got a room at the same place as last time it was just for one night then I was back on the bus the next day and heading to Vientiane. Dinner consisted of BBQ pork and Chicken well I think it was chicken but can’t be sure.