It’s a small world even in Laos. 

After On and I had a bowl of noodles at this small restaurant near the guest house we are staying at, On, her son Bia and myself started walking to her home. 

Coming down the highway toward us was a bus that I thought looked like the bus On and I were on from Vientiane last night. 

“On, that looks like the bus we were on last night.” 

“I think so,” replied On. 

Sure enough it was with the same two guys—who take the tickets and take care of the luggage—riding in front. As soon as they saw On and I, they recognized us from being on the bus the night before and waved. The bus driver honked the horn. 

On and I both started laughing. 

That was pretty cool.