The bad name of the country because of some Bengalis.

 

The bad name of the country because of some Bengalis.

Friendship Bridge, Thai-Laos Border.  I came from Bap-Batta Chiang Khong to Utthanthani and took the night coach to Nongkhai.  On the bus was Homer from France and Elisa in his car.  The friendship of the four people was frozen in the cycle of events of the long journey.  We are two minutes

I crossed the Thai border and entered Laos.  The homers did not have a visa, so seeing that it would be half an hour late to get their visa, I told them to come to Laos and enter the nearest duty free shop and we will go to Vientiane, the capital, less than half an hour away.  They happily agreed.

I bought chocolates, a jersey for my son, and aftershave and tukitaki for myself, and it was $162.  He asked for a passport after paying two 100 dollar notes.  After seeing the passport, the whispering went on for a few minutes, then when he called, an officer came and turned the dollar over and said, 'Bank authentication is needed, wait, the expert is coming from Vientiane.'  As I sang Safai said, the two fake notes that were caught last month - both of them are Bangladeshis!  Fifteen minutes later, the non-expert, homers came and after hearing all the notes, they judged them perfect, but they were not satisfied.  Elisa smiled through her teeth as she pulled two notes from her purse and handed me back the $38 and said, 'Go live for madam.'  Elisa slipped two of my fake (!) notes into her purse and sat up with us at a tempi like a hunchbacked model.