This morning, we take a bus for Stung Treng. This one leaves us in a big cross road, about hundreds kilometers of our goal. They tell us to wait an shuttle that will never arrive.

This is the perfect occasion to stay under an dusty parasol, and think a bit. We realise that both of us do not particulary want to go in Strung Treng. "Where and why this city by the way ?... We have a quick look on the guide, and finaly decide to go to Ban Lung. Because they say that there is a great lake. And then, a shuttle take away the two losers of the day.