Vang Vieng, Laos

Travel dates 24th-25th February 2015

As is often the case, getting there was half the fun. Bear in mind that the road from Luang Prabang to Vientiane via Vang Vieng is the major highway linking the capital with the fourth largest city in Laos.

The tuk tuk picked me up from the travel agency in Luang Prabang on time and took us to the VIP bus terminal. We departed at 9:40, about ten minutes late.

The bus was large, air-conditioned and reasonably comfortable in the style of those used in Australia between major cities. It was a bit shabby and not particularly clean. While we waited to depart I found a damp rag and made an attempt to clean my window for better photos with not much success; hence the quality of some of the pictures. 

The luggage was stored under the bus. I was pleased to find I not only had a window seat but the seat beside me was vacant and I could stretch out. However, sleep or even dozing was never an option.

The big bus had a soft, floating suspension but despite that the ride was unbelievably rough in patches. For much of it the road had a steep or sheer drop on one side and vertical walls on the other.

There were sections where I simply closed my eyes because I knew the driver had to know the road even if I was certain we would go off the edge. He did, and we didn’t.

The road was mostly sealed but that did not seem to make it much smoother and there were many unsealed stretches or road-works. It appeared to have no straights and no levels: only steeply up, down and rapidly sideways both ways.
 

The view was often spectacular. After a couple of hours we stopped at a collection of stalls and a basic restaurant. The driver yelled out ‘toilet’. I have seen some pretty basic privys in my time. These were very rough versions of the ‘squat’ variety. Luckily I didn’t need to spend more than a penny; well, actually, 2000kip to the toilet attendant for some tissues and permission to enter.

I hadn’t checked how long the journey would take but based on distance I expected about five hours. After three more jolting hours we stopped at another restaurant at 2:30 pm. I thought we had arrived. No, this was lunch. Luckily I had not lost the tear-off section of my ticket as this entitled me to rice and meagre serves of boiled greens and some bland chicken curry from a bain-marie. Apparently they forgot to turn it on because the rice was hot but the rest was stone cold. I ignored most of the rice and was hungry enough to eat the rest anyway. I was annoyed with myself when I found too late there was a different queue for hot soup which I would have appreciated much more. I bought a cold Lao beer and enjoyed it far more than the food.

When we eventually reached Vang Vieng Northern Bus Terminal at 4:30 pm I was rather impressed that no-one had lost their breakfast or lunch along the way. Pre-reading on the web implied that achievement was unusual on this rough and tortuous route. I was quoted 100,000 kip for the short tuk tuk ride to my hotel so I stood around for a while until four or five others going my way appeared. The price dropped to 20,000 each.

I stayed at the Ban Sabai Bungalows, which looked much better on their web-page than it did in practice. However, the bed was comfortable despite the place slowly decaying, apparently in readiness to be replaced by a new resort. That is something they failed to mention when I booked. Balancing that the staff were very helpful, the food was excellent and they arranged for my laundry to be done inexpensively and on time. Many of these pictures were taken from the riverside restaurant.

The position by the riverside was idyllic and peaceful considering how close the hotel is to backpacker central. For some reason Vang Vieng has been adopted as the favourite town in Laos by the international backpacking community, probably because of the river activities, especially tubing. That was distant from the resort; instead we saw many kayaks and light boats on the river in our section.

 

There are also several good hiking routes nearby; I wasn’t enthused enough about long walks in the hot sun and humidity to check those out. Instead I went for long walks within the town limits.

A beautiful spot for a breakfast.

 

Vang Vieng is very tourist-oriented with plenty of restaurants, laundries, hotels, guest houses and hostels with several more being constructed. The location is beautiful, with the river nestled among the mountains. I spent most of my time wandering around the town or relaxing with a beer by the river.

 

 
On the first morning there was a strange roaring sound which appeared to be coming from the ceiling. When I stepped outside the source became clear. The noise came from the gas burners used to keep these balloons aloft. They came on the second morning too.

 

On my second night a group had booked many of the tables in the riverside restaurant for a function. I arrived early and had a table to myself, but a couple who arrived later for dinner appeared to be about to leave because of a lack of seating. As I mentioned in the previous post I invited them to join me. It was another enjoyable dinner with folks to chat with.

On departure, three of us with pre-paid tickets waited to be picked up from the resort to be taken to the bus station. Eventually, 30 minutes late, a small bus arrived. We assumed this would be the shuttle to the bigger bus at the station. When we reached the station we found more people getting on and realised that the big, comfortable bus was over-booked so were going to Vientiane in the small backup. The trip was shorter and less rugged than the trip from Luang Prabang, but the bus was more cramped and seemed to need new - or any - suspension. We got there safely, but it wasn't an experience I would want to repeat.

I cover the next two days in my earlier Vientiane post.

Cheers, Alan

Luang Prabang, Laos

Looking up the Mekong from Pak Ou Caves

Travel dates 20th-23rd February 2015

  

The short Lao Air flight from Vientiane to Luang Prabang was uneventful apart from a rather hard bounce on landing. I take the Air Force attitude to those: any landing I can walk away from is a good landing.

The Vientiane domestic airport, like many others in less developed countries, was relaxed and easy to negotiate for check in and security.

I was booked via Agoda at the Sayo Xieng Mouane guest house but as soon as I saw the room and checked facilities I realised I had made a mistake. Their description on Agoda did not mention several different standards of room and I had been allocated bottom of the range. To cut a long story short I stayed one night and found another guest house by walking around and checking availability. A link to my Agoda review will be included when they decide to publish it; maybe they don't like my poor report.

As a side note, the name of my new guest house, Sackharinh, seemed phonetically apt for a diabetic. I later noticed it was also the street name.

Luang Prabang was smaller, less hectic and more tourist-oriented than Vientiane. To be fair I did not get far out of the central tourist area bounded by the junction of the Mekong and Nam Khan rivers to the west and east and the National Museum to the south.

View up the Nam Khan River

Within that region it is ‘tourist central’: guest houses, hotels, travel agencies, restaurants, bars, laundries, ATMs and currency exchanges within a few blocks, easy to walk around in a few hours. Later, when I climbed Mount Phousi (well, actually a large hill rather than a mountain) I could see there were further parts of the town where the locals lived and worked well beyond the tourist area. Possibly they are wise to segregate the districts that way.

I enjoyed my visit to the town. The people were friendly, even my disappointed guest house manager who offered an Agoda refund for the cancelled nights (which I accepted). The food in the town was invariably good regardless of the price on the menu and the whole atmosphere was relaxed. I stayed three nights. On the first day I mainly wandered as usual, without any specific goal, just looking, listening and learning about the town. I had a curry soup for lunch at a restaurant perched high on the east bank of the Mekong, watching the ferries and boats ply their trade surrounded by beautiful scenery.

Small pleasures like that are one of the reasons I travel. To me those moments are just as important as seeing the wonders of the world.

On my first evening I was sitting alone at a table in another restaurant trying to decide what to order when an English speaking couple entered. I’m not sure who started the conversation but Mike, Carol and I ended up sharing a table and an enjoyable conversation for the next couple of hours. Carol also blogs about her travels. This trip was a happy one in that respect; later I mention two men from Manchester I met on the boat to the caves. I had similar encounters with an Aussie on the flight from KL to Vientiane who visits Laos four times a year on aid work. Later Kate and Tom were a lovely couple I encountered for dinner in Vang Vieng when tables were full and mine wasn’t. They are volunteers in Vientiane who had come up-country on a brief holiday. Earlier in Vientiane I had an interesting chat with an English bloke over a beer and a meal in the restaurant up those 60 steps.
 

Encounters like that mitigate the occasional loneliness of the solo mature traveller who doesn’t go to bars or join in the party scene.

On the second day I did some housekeeping in the morning arranging laundry, always a task every four or five days, and catching up on some news on the web. After lunch I decided to see if my old legs could still climb the 400+ stairs to the top of Mount Phousi. I made it, but I took a lot of breathers along the way. The pictures were taken at some of those rest stops.

At first I paused at thirty steps, then that became twenty.

By the top it was closer to ten.

That day I celebrated my 68th birthday. I had a rolling feast for the birthday dinner. I started with a simple curry, accompanied by beer Lao at a riverside cafe; it is one of several teaching restaurants aimed at giving deprived kids a career. The food was OK, but the ambience was special.

After the curry I wandered up-river beside the Nam Khan to a restaurant based on a French Patisserie for coffee and cake. Whatever the faults of French colonialism, and they were many, the legacy of their bakers on Indo-chinese cuisine is unmistakeable. Cambodia and Laos (and presumably Vietnam which is on my to-go-to list) have bread and bakery products equal to any I tasted in France.

The tables were riverside but the main café was across the road. I decided I would follow Jennifer's wise advice that Birthday Cake has neither carbs nor calories. I chose a slice of cheesecake with mango slices. The intuitive salesgirl asked if it was a special occasion so I mentioned I was turning 68. To my surprise when the cake appeared it had a candle burning and was presented by two Lao teen staff singing Happy Birthday in a mixture of Lao and English. They received a good tip :)

Next I went to a bar which specialised in French wines for a pleasant Pays D'Oc Syrah, and finished the evening at yet another restaurant with a brandy. Surprisingly both my head and my numbers were good next morning. Jennifer was right!

On the third day, after booking the bus seat to Vang Vieng for the morrow, I enjoyed a boat cruise up the Mekong to the Pak Ou Caves. By pure chance I chose the biggest and most comfortable boat. The US$25 five hour return trip included a simple lunch on board. 

The first stop was at a ‘tourist’ Hmong village, where the main industries, apart from tourism, appeared to be whisky making and fabric weaving.

The primitive whisky still arrangement was likened to an ancient Irish Shebeen by an Irishman in the group. It certainly looked very basic. I tasted the whisky, but didn’t buy. It had a kick like a mule. I’m not sure if my small sample came from a bottle with a snake or a scorpion; probably neither because they were more expensive.

 

 

To each their own. Lao whisky in the bars back in Luang Prabang was cheaper than beer for those prepared to drink it. I reckon you wouldn't need many shots for these to turn pink.

To get from the boat to the landing at the caves we had to go over a bamboo pontoon arrangement. Our group was warned by the boatman not to overload it but no-one appeared to have warned a dozen German tourists crossing in the other direction who refused to wait while our people were carefully crossing. Luckily I had not started crossing; those who were on the pontoon suffered no worse than soaked shoes and socks as the water rose to their ankles. They were lucky not to go for a swim. The aggressive German party seemed to think it was everybody else’s fault.

I was informed by a lady descending that there were 249 steps to the top cave; she said she counted them all on the way down between curses aimed at her spouse for encouraging her to go up. My legs were still aching from my climb to the top of the hill the day before, so I decided to visit only the lower caves. The lower caves were interesting and I was pleased to be told later I didn’t miss much by those who went to the top.

One of the things which surprised me on the voyage was the speed of the water and narrowness of some the passages through the rocky sections. The Mekong is a mighty river, but at this point far from the delta to the sea the scattered sharp rocky ridges make it quite dangerous, needing good pilots and skilful captains. 

The occasional wreck on the rocks was a salutary reminder to navigators.

The tables on the boat were arranged in threes. I chatted with two blokes from Manchester as we cruised along, watching the villages and scenery gliding past, and didn’t notice the hours passing. I enjoyed the boat cruise; a pleasant and relaxed interlude.

My final meal in Luang Prabang was a wonderful fish fillet steamed in banana leaf. Unfortunately, after I arrived in Vang Vieng the next day I discovered I had left my smartphone in the restaurant but neglected to note its name and could not contact them. A rather expensive meal in hindsight. 

I left by bus for Vang Vieng after three interesting days.

Cheers, Alan