4000 islands on the way

Immediately when we reached Pakse we knew we do not want to stay there one second longer, we heard there is a nice place only 3 hours away called 4000 islands which was also in our general direction (south), after some searches around the town we found out there is a local bus to 4000 islands from a local bus station 9 kilometers from town, but one bus agency told us that because of the holidays the bus will not be there and that we should take their bus tomorrow morning - so we went there anyway, and the "bus" was there - a pickup truck with 20 people on the back, together with vegetables, bread, and some unidentified objects, and one kid with a toy gun shooting his grandmother. On the way we traded some of our candy for a vegetable they call "pan" (in Lao) which is something between an onion and a potato ( we had to try it cause everyone else on the bus was eating it). After 2 hours it started to get dark, and we knew we would also have to find a boat tonight. The truck dropped off people on the way, and by the time we reached the final station only 5 people were left. There was nothing there but the river, and one street light, and one woman the driver told us to follow and she will help us, she had many boxes so we helped her carry it to some stairs into the water, the place is pitch black and literally a "dead end" with water on the end. Suddenly, creeping up from the side came a small wooden boat that Amit claimed it looked exactly like Hades' boat (from Greek mythology ) and we were told to put things inside and go in. The guy in charge borrowed my flash light and we started sailing, not having an idea where are we going, or where we are, and only black mountains could be seen in the horizon. Finally, we reached the island, and took the first room we found. We started to walk around, no one is here, just a couple of people in an empty restaurant, and the roads are deep, so eventually I started to walk barefoot. Suddenly, an Irish couple from the ride to Pakse called us from a restaurant, they said they vowed that if they would ever meet us again they have to invite us for a drink after the night we led the rebellion, and we sat there and laughed for hours. The next day we walked around the islands - 2 islands connected by one bridge, deserted, tiny, muddy, and magical. At the afternoon a crazy storm suddenly hit, and we ran for shelter, under a house where a woman lives, and her child and cats where there too. Apparently this place was also a restaurant, and we had the best "chicken noodles during storm" we have ever had. During the night we hung out with some Argentinian guys we made friends with back in Luang Parabang, and the next day - Cambodia.