The death of my camera

The next day we went to the blue lagoon that was near by with the same couple. 
It was so  The was truly Devine! The water was a pure blue and so clear that you could see all the little fish swimming around at the bottom.
There was a tree bending over the lagoon. Vanessa and I climbed up it and as we were up there, Mark, the guy that we were with, asked if we wanted a photo on my camera. We said sure and handed over the camera. After the photo was taken, he handed the camera back. Just as the camera touched my fingers, he let go. In complete slow motion, my camera dove into the water. I let out a fearful cry, but it was too late. The camera had sunken into the deep, blue, mysterious lagoon. 
Just as I thought the life of my camera was over, a Lao guy with grubby goggles came running to the rescue. Before I knew it, he came up, camera in hand. The camera wouldn't turn on, but at least the memory card was saved.
After the tragic event of my waterlogged camera, we did an intense hike up to a dark and muggy but awesome cave.
After our hike to the cave, we cooled off by jumping from the tree into the lagoon and swimming around in the refreshing water.
We walked to the bus station to take the local bus to Vientiane.  This bus was way nicer than the first local bus that we took in Laos! The seats were soft and we were the first ones on the bus so we sat in the very front seats so that we had room to stretch our legs. 
One guy got on as started trying to talk to us, but as we don't understand any Lao, we just ended up playing a really funny game of charades. Even the driver got involved. At one point, he stopped the bus, cranked the music and started a mini dance party in the bus before continuing on our journey. 
After we found a place to stay, we went out to find something to eat.
Just after we'd finished eating ,we saw a giant parade coming down the street, so we followed it. They were tons of people with flowers, candles and money trees all marching to the temple. When they got there, they marched around a few times, singing to the jolly music the whole time. 
After the parade was a festival. Everyone was so happy, it was impossible not to smile. There was a mini dance circle and being some of the only foreigners there, we immediately got shoved in. Every time we tried to leave it, someone else would just grab our arms and drag us right back in. So we gave up trying, let loose and just enjoyed the experience.