Luang Prabang to Nong Khiaw, Laos

Luang Prabang to Nong Khiaw, Laos

After nearly a week in Luang Prabang we decided that it was time to move on.  I was heading north into the mountains, together with my Polish friend Gosia and Marc from Catalunya. 

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Simply getting there was eventful.  The three of us were split up between a pair of minibuses and the backpacks strapped to the roof, then my driver decided to race everything else on the road, skidding around corners as I buried my head in a book and hoping that I wasn’t about to die (thanking the stars that I had travel insurance) …and then I had over an hour’s wait for the others at Nong Khiaw.



I spent my time watching the tuk-tuk drivers play boules in the field in front of the bus station whilst staring at the limestone mountains which towered overhead until Gosia and Marc finally caught up with me and we hiked the twenty minutes along the dusty lane and into the tiny town of Nong Kiaow.

This town (also called Muang Ngoi Mai) is REALLY sleepy.  The main road crosses the river via a stone bridge which for 75% of the day has absolutely no traffic on it.  A bevy of ‘restaurants’ cluster at one end of the bridge and little wooden cabins nestle among the trees on the riverbanks.

The bridge at Nong Khiaw

The busy bridge at Nong Khiaw

We knew that there was just one backpacker hostel in town and that beds were allocated on a first come first served basis so before looking at any of the log cabins we checked out Delilah’s.   We struck gold as Delilah’s Hostel truly is a slice of home and there were just three beds left in the cosy dorm which we quickly claimed for our own. If you have missed out on Delilah’s check out other accomodation here at Agoda

Spectacular mountains

After checking in, Marc and I set off to climb a mountain.  It took us almost an hour of very steep, hot and sweaty uphill climbing but boy was it worth it.  We arrived at the lookout point an hour and a half before sunset.

We sat and cooled down on the little platform at the top and then we clambered around on the peak with the other travellers who had made it up there; whilst the sky turned to a delicate shade of apricot and the river changed colour to a romantic smoky blue far below us.

On top of the world at Nong Khiaw

On top of the world

After coming down the mountain safely just before dark we were delighted to discover that they serve Amazing (with a capital ‘A’) cakes and desserts at Delilah’s.  They also do rather good coffee too.  Whilst there are plenty of places to stay in Nong Khiaw, Delilah’s is really the only place if you want to go anywhere social and it has does have a lovely atmosphere.

Delilah’s in Nong Khiaw

As I have already mentioned the desserts are always popular and the little wooden tables outside usually have plenty of people gathered around chatting; while inside big squoosy floor cushions and mats invite you to relax.  A DVD is shown each evening on the TV (the social area is open and very popular with non-residents) and it has a wood burner for the colder nights and plenty of beer to drink.

The dorm is really cozy with a double bed in one corner and bunk-beds – each with its own privacy curtain, mozzie net and nice big lockers underneath for security.  The whole building is an original (renovated) wooden house.  Bathrooms have HOT showers and believe me, a hot shower in a backpackers’ hostel in Laos is a luxury.

Delilah's Hostel, Nong Khiaw

Delilah’s Hostel, Nong Khiaw

Rural village life

After a comfortable night’s sleep Gosia, Marc and I hired bicycles and we set off to see the surrounding countryside.  We pedalled along the main road passing through traditional villages of minority groups – some smiled and waved, others grabbed their children and dragged them inside hissing ‘Farang’ (foreigner) at us.  For our part we didn’t stare, we didn’t rudely stick cameras in anybody’s face and we didn’t stop and peer into homes but I suspect that some travellers may have done so in the past and made people a little suspicious.

The majority of the homes were built of wood or woven bamboo or canes and as far as we could see, contained little furniture.  Most had earth floors and women cooked over earthenware pots of burning wood and outside there were chillies, rice or peppers drying in the sun.

Nong Khiaw street view

rural homes in Nong Khiaw

When the local school day ended, streams of children in their spotless white shirts pedalled their bikes along the road narrowly avoiding the huge trucks which rumbled through at breakneck speed on their way to construct the dam a few kilometres away.

These kids were far more friendly than some of their parents and were quick to yell ‘hello’ and ‘where you from’ at us and two cute little girls even ran over to present Gosia and I with some wild flowers.

On our way back to the town as dusk fell we came across the most rural rustic market that I have ever seen.  Just a few wooden tables were set up under tarpaulins and the local ladies were selling a really poor selection of sad looking fruit and vegetables, some dodgy looking bread and …rats on sticks!

There was also the remains of a corpse that could have been anything.  Sign language failed – but we understood that it came from the forest.   If you can hazard a guess, please post your suggestion in the comments box at the end.

Nong Khiaw

Hmm???

I always like to support a local market but we were hard pressed to find anything that looked like it was fresh but on a table in a corner we found some of those tiny bananas which had to do.

We stopped to watch a group of boys playing the traditional game that is played all around Laos.  Played with a raffia ball it’s a mixture of keepy-upsy and volleyball, agilely played with the feet and head (no hands) and fascinating to watch.  We also stumbled upon a cute little mountainside temple where the friendly monk spoke very good English and I arranged to return the following evening and listen to the prayers and the chanting.

Nong Khiaw

Boys will be boys

The minority tribal people

After another comfortable sleep, the next day Marc left to go south and Gosia and myself went for a walk along the river bank where we knew there would be some minority tribe people living in their traditional villages.  It turned out to be a VERY long walk under a VERY hot sun but we found the villages where people were luckily more friendly than the previous day and we also passed a very tired, sad looking elephant and its owner on their way back from working somewhere in the forest.

Stopping at what was to all intents and purposes a shop we were joined by a little old lady who was totally intrigued by us and after just a little persuading she accepted a drink from us.  This is where I filmed my introductory video for the course – you can see it here – but what you can’t see is the little old lady opposite who was trying so hard to make me laugh.

After arriving back in the town, I went to the little temple.  I sat quietly at the back while the monk prepared himself and then he began his chanting.  For forty minutes I was mesmerised as he was joined by the younger novices and their voices ‘sang’ the prayers.  In the peace of the mountains the chanting echoed around the temple raising the hairs on the back of my neck.  I walked back to the hostel in the dark among houses where the women were all cooking their evening meals on coals outside the doors, and felt an incredible peace.

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Buying a baby

That evening, I chatted to Hamps (Hamish) the owner of Delilah’s who has a fascinating history.

Hamps, a New Zealander, originally came to Laos in the year 2000 when roads were no more than dirt streets, and then he later returned in 2010 as a volunteer English teacher.

While working in Luang Prabang he was approached by Tiger Trails and asked to run branch of Tiger Trails in Nong Khiaw.  After arriving in Nong Khiaw Hamps took over Delilah’s and completely transformed the building: repairing the balconies, the shutters and restoring the wood from which the building is constructed. One of the key attractions at Delilah’s has to be the bakery – all desserts and bread are homemade, as are the jams and chocolate.

Another attraction are the films that are shown each evening but also on many afternoons there is a showing of the documentary film ‘The Secret’ which always attracts a large audience.  Delilah’s is a slice of home. [easyazon_link identifier=”1906030944″ locale=”UK” tag=”scajonblo0e-21″]If you want to watch The Secret you can buy it at this link[/easyazon_link]

But there is a darker side to Hamps’ history and one which obviously troubles him.

A few years ago, his then French girlfriend bought a baby from a hospital in Laos for $500.

When she and Hamps split up she left the baby with the then owner of the hostel.  Although struggling with his own work Hamps continued to share the care of Mimi with the hostel owner but then found himself in a fight for custody when the ex-girlfriend decided to return.  She attempted to remove Mimi to France, although as far as Hamps is aware they are currently living in Thailand with her boyfriend.

Hamps has since tracked down the baby’s birth mother.  She gave her baby away to the hospital believing that the baby would have a better life, but here is the mystery that Hamps is trying to solve.  Who authorised the sale of the baby?  Was it the hospital acting as an official adoption agency or a member of staff acting independently and under the table?

Hamps obviously misses Mimi but he is not letting that stop him as he forges ahead with creating his welcoming hostel and working with the local guides at Tiger Trails.

Many things are alien to us as we travel and learn about different cultures and customs but things involving childeren are always hard to understand.

Can you relate to Hamps’ story?

I certainly can.  I have been estranged from my own children for nearly eight years.  Before I left my marriage I didn’t know any parent who had been separated involuntarily from their children thanks to the actions of the other parent, but now I know of many people; men and women of all ages and from all around the world who have had their contact cut.

These parents go through a process.  Maybe in a different time frame or in a different order but they each feel despair, anger, sadness, hopelessness until finally there is some acceptance and it comes full circle to hope.  My aim while I am travelling is to inspire other people who may be feeling stuck in a downward spiral and show them that there is light at the end of the tunnel.  I do this through the stories that I write about the people who I meet or via my mindset coaching business and the Smash the Pumpkin Project.

I will leave you here in Nong Khiaw with two questions.

  1.  Travel puts difficult things into perspective and can help you organise your thoughts easier.

How do you deal with the really bad stuff and move on?

2.  What on earth is the animal that was on the table at the market?  (I apologise if you are a vegetarian or a vegan or if you are eating your dinner while you read this article!)

Put your answers to one of both of these questions in the comments below – and if you haven’t already done so, sign up and receive updates and future articles and opinion pieces from my blog and website.

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8 Great Things to do in Luang Prabang

8 Great Things to do in Luang Prabang

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It’s probably the most tourist savvy place in Laos making it an ideal first time stop in this country.  Many people speak English and shops and restaurants have a familiarity about them, although many of the locals sometimes seem to disconnect themselves from the hordes of foreigners who descend on their town.  In this article I will tell you about some of the great things to see in Luang Prabang and I will give you my opinion about why some visitors might feel that they’re not welcome. Find out if I ever got up before dawn to see the monks collect their alms and see if you can solve the brain teaser at the end.

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Luang Prabang is a large rambling city but most things of interest are concentrated in a compact area of the old town which is hemmed in on three sides by the rivers.  You can walk around the river banks in some places but the best bits are to be found in the little streets lined with traditional houses, although these are gradually being altered and added to in order to cater for the huge numbers of visitors who flock to the city.

If you are going to Laos don’t forget to get your guide book – check this link for special offers from Lonely Planet

Mount Phousi

At the centre of this almost-island peninsular is tiny spiky mountain (it’s a large hill really), called Mount Phousi (pronounced pussy) which is topped by a little temple called Wat Chomsi.

Legend has it that a princess wanted a specific food to eat and the Monkey King was tasked to fetch it.  Unfortunately the food was a mushroom called monkey ears to be found on a certain mountain in Sri Lanka.  Not wanting to offend the Monkey King the princess refused to name the food that she wanted but she tried to describe it.  The Monkey King flew with his magic wings back and forth to Sri Lanka many times returning with all types of food none of which were the correct mushrooms, until in frustration he took the top off the mountain and plonked it down in front of the princess’ palace – forming Phousi mountain.

355 steps wind their way to the top, weaving among trees and with little shrines and Buddha statues dotted everywhere.  The view from the top of the hill is lovely and while I never got up there at sunset, I have it on good authority that the sunset across the river is magnificent.  While I was up there I met a young monk.  He told me that he often hangs around up there looking at the view and waiting to practice his excellent English with visitors.  His is the lovely smiley face at the top of this article.

The Royal Palace

The Royal Palace was built in 1904 for King Sisavangvong but he was removed from power and sent off to a re-education camp when the Communist Party came into power and the People’s Democratic Republic of Laos was created.

Thankfully the goverernment preserved the palace and it has now been converted into a museum. It is set in peaceful gardens along with a flashy gold covered temple.  The palace building is understated yet sophisticated and contains a nice selection of exhibits.  Teak corridors encircle rooms which show off furniture and pictures from the era of the King.  The gardens contain mature shrubs and flowers with walkways between ponds and fountains.

The UXO Museum

If you learn nothing else about Laos you must learn about ‘The Secret War’.  Click on this link for my article in order to understand what the war was all about and how it affects the population now; but better still, visit the UXO museum if you are in Luang Prabang..

The museum graphically illustrates the damage that’s been done to the country and it demonstrates the various ways that Laos is being held back.  It’s not easy for the country to develop a better infrastructure of new roads and schools, and the hospitals still see too many victims of the bombies (click to find out what a bombie is). The UXO Museum is small but thought provoking with photos, facts and texts displayed around the room.

The story telling museum

I spent a magical hour sitting in the semi-darkness in the traditional story telling museum in Luang Prabang.

This enterprise is concerned with preserving and promoting local traditions, stories, myths and legends.  It was nice, knowing that this is how people used to entertain themselves before TV and computers – sitting in cosy intimacy and listening to stories.  I learnt why Mount Phusi is called Mount Pussi.  I found out what has it got to do with mushrooms and the Monkey King (see above).

I heard about nagas (serpents) and battles, rivers and gods from a man accompanied by another who played traditional folk music on his one stringed violin. It was simple yet enthralling entertainment and it offered an interesting insight into traditional Laos culture.

If you are in Luang Prabang do check out their website here and pay them a visitwww..garavek.com

The wats

One of the reasons that Luang Prabang is a UNESCO World Heritage Site is because of its wats or temples.   They were some of the best that I ever saw in Laos.  The outside of Wat Xieng Thong is covered with little mirrored mosaic pictures.  Many of the wats have been renovated so the paint work is nice and shiny, unlike many of the wats in other parts of Laos.

In Cambodia and Vietnam you can see evidence of a Chinese influence in the temples but here in Laos tThey are more similar in style to those in Thailand; although there the bling is taken to a higher level. .

 

Giving alms to the monks

Buddhist monks usually only eat two meals a day – breakfast and lunch – with nothing after midday.  They do not earn or spend money therefore they rely on donations and they go out onto the streets at dawn to collect food donations.

Local people across Buddhist S E Asia have built alms-giving into their daily routines.  Many rise early and go out to the monks and give rice, water or vegetables, or some give lotus flowers or incense.  The monks will accept these gifts into their alms bowls and generally murmur a prayer of thanks to the gift giver.  Shop owners will often pop outside with something for passing monks but here in Luang Prabang with so many temples and therefore so many monks, the`monks have become a tourist attraction in their own right.

At dawn whilst it’s still dark, people gather in a line and sit on the pavement with their alms.  As the darkness lifts, the monks – some mornings there are over one hundred – file slowly past the waiting people gathering the alms in their cloth bags or in their metal alms pots.  It should be a respectful process and an interesting one to view whatever your beliefs, but here in Luang Prabang some of the tourists spoil it.

It is not considered respectful to stand in front of a monk or to block his path, yet it is not uncommon to see somebody dash across and stick a huge camera lens into the face of a young monk.  The alms giving and the receiving of a blessing should be a private affair but here in Luang Prabang excited gaggles of visitors, scream, shout and point.

One morning I got up at an unearthly hour to attend the ceremony but I took a seat on a little plastic stool on the opposite side of the street where a lady was brewing coffee in a big cauldron and I quietly watched, snapping off a few pictures unobtrusively with my zoom lens. ([easyazon_link identifier=”B01AAU7RWI” locale=”UK” tag=”scajonblo0e-21″]I use a Panasonic Lumix – click here[/easyazon_link])

The Laotian tour guide who was sitting next to me was scathing about his tour group who he could see running excitedly about.  He had earlier explained the protocol to them, yet in their excitement they were breaking all the rules.  It’s no wonder some of the locals here want to distance themselves from the visitors!

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More great things to do in Luang Prabang: the night market

You can be in total shopping heaven at the enormous night market where you can shop to your heart’s content.  This market is not as big as the weekend Walking Street Market in Chiang Mai nor the Saturday market in Otovalo in Ecuador but it rivals each of them for the goods on sale.

Silk, silk and more silk is sold here along with paintings and bags, jewellery, parasols and lamps.  Down a couple of little alleyways you will find tables groaning with street food.  At these you load up with the various salads and then pick out your meat or fish which will be slung onto the barbeque coals or whizzed up in a wok.  You find a gap on one of the benches and taking care not to poke out your neighbour’s eye with the end of your chopsticks you tuck in and eat.

The Bamboo bridges

Depending on the water level in the rivers you may be in Luang Prabang when the bamboo bridges are built.  Connecting the little island peninsula with communities on the other banks these delicate structures precariously span the wide river with its strong currents.  Washed away in the floods and rebuilt every year I can’t say that I was happy to cross one (I did) but I was more than happy to pay the small toll which goes to the farmer who builds and maintains one of them each year.

I crossed with my friend Camile, following a group of monks as they crossed over the flexible bamboo slats.  I figured that they must have goodness on their side more than anybody and I tried hard not to think of the time that I had put my foot through a similar bamboo floor in Colombia.

Once across and onto the other side, Camile and I explored a little community, checked out an abandoned chedi and wobbled back again.

 

The Kuang Si Waterfalls and the bear rescue centre

There are several waterfalls to explore in the countryside outside Luang Prabang and  I went to the excellent Kuang Si waterfalls with a group of friends that I had met on the slow boat from Thailand.

At the base of the falls, the water collects in several attractive swimming pools and steep trails climb up the side of the mountain to the top.  Up here, the river flows fairly shallowly before pouring over the lip of the mountain and cascading down in a torrent of noise and spray.

Here at the top you can gingerly walk out into the centre of the river and peer out over the edge, protected only by a simple rustic wooden railing.  I stood in the centre with tears streaming down my face, mirroring the water pouring down the mountain.  This was just one week after my moving experience at the temple in Doi Suthep – and this was the first time in almost seven years that I could marvel at the beauty of nature and not feel guilty about being there.  They were tears of joy.

The weather could have been better – it was a bit overcast, but the water was an enticing sea green and I was alive and I finally felt at peace.

The best thing to see in Luang Prabang

For me, the icing on the cake at the waterfalls was the bear rescue centre at the base.  Despite the science which proves it’s all nonsense, there is still a demand for bear bile in Chinese medicinal products.

Bears are captured and held in tiny cages and their bile is ‘farmed’ by barbaric methods – basically using a catheter and a tube.  The practice is illegal in Laos however that doesn’t prevent bears being captured, but a charity has dedicated itself to rescuing the bears and providing a safe and happy environment for them once they are safe.

We spent a long time reading the information boards and watching the bears forage for their food in the enclosures.  Don’t be fooled by the sad looking bear in my photo here – compared to the life that he was rescued from, he is now in bear heaven.   Admission to the bear reserve is free (it is included in the waterfall entrance price) so I treated myself to a tee-shirt to support the cause before we left.

For more information about this barbaric practice of harvesting the bear bile click here

There are many great things to see and do in Luang Prabang – but arriving via the slow boat from Thailand has to be the best way

And finally….

…..here is another tale from the Story Telling Museum

A long time ago in Laos there was a king who had ten sons.

As he grew older he had to make a decision about which son would inherit his crown.  He called them to his palace one day and gave them each a handful of beans.

The king told his sons to return to the palace in ten months time with their harvest and then he would decide who would become king.

The ten sons went away and carefully chose and prepared the land where they would grow their beans.  They returned after ten months with baskets overflowing with their produce.  All except the younger son who returned with nothing.  Shamefaced he hung his head and apologised to his father while his brothers roared with laughter.  ‘I’m sorry father but I cannot give you any beans’, he explained.

The king looked at each of his sons and thanked them for bringing him such a magnificent crop of beans, but then told his nine stunned older sons that their younger brother would inherit the crown and become king.

Do you know why the king made that decision?

If you think that you know the answer drop it in the comments box below.

There are some great things to do in Luang Prabang.  It’s a gentle introduction to a country which is just beginning to open its doors to mainstream tourism.  There are many places where you feel as if you are the only non-Laotian that has visited some towns and villages, and unlike the other countries in S E Asia, Laos is far more traditional and far poorer.  Yet everywhere that I went, it felt as if Laos was balancing on the edge of change which an influx of visitors could influence – and hopefully that change would not be to the detriment of the traditional way of life.

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The slow boat from Thailand to Laos

The slow boat from Thailand to Laos

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I asked this question of everybody that I met.  I wanted to cross into Laos from Thailand in the north but I am scared of water and the thought of two days on a boat was unsettling me. Beautiful, peaceful, fun, boring, best trip ever, boats often capsize……there were a wide range of responses but the majority of comments were positive.

I decided that I had to give it a go – after all, if I promote a course which contains a series of personal challenges then I should push my own boundaries.  Again! (read here about the time I took all my clothes off in public)

The day before my Thai visa expired I squashed into a minivan with my fellow travellers, some of whom would become good friends, for the journey to the small town of Chiang Khong which sits on the Thai side of the crossing point with Laos in the north. You have to love a country which names its land border crossings Friendship Bridges and I was very much looking forward to seeing what Laos was all about.

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The White Temple, Chiang Rai

But before leaving Thailand there was one more treat in store.  We were allowed a very short stop at the White Temple in Chiang Rai.  This temple positively dazzled in the strong sunlight with reflections glimmering off the water which surrounded it and starbursts bouncing off the mosaic tiles.

This was like no temple that I had seen before. After paying your money you cross a narrow arched bridge passing a cluster of stone hands which stretch out of the water as if they are reaching from the depths of hell.  Disembodied heads grimly hang in trees and there are many statues and silver and gold trees scattered around the grounds.

the White Temple in Chiang Rai

Unlike other temples there was little here in the way of religious adornment – it was all about the building, its frescos and the surroundings.  There is a small exhibition at the site but sadly, our driver had been very clear – we had twenty minutes and no more – so I joined my fellow travel companions and we climbed back into the minivan.

Several of the travel blogs that I follow have warned of the rather dubious quality of the accommodation on route to the slow boat – but I have to say that my hotel wasn’t bad at all.  I had my own little wooden bungalow set in nice gardens and there was even a swimming pool.  After checking in I wandered down the lane to get my first glimpse of the River Mekong.

At this point it was wide.  There was quite a strong current flowing and the river resembled a thick brown hot chocolate drink. The sight of it did little to quell my nervousness – if we capsized in that I didn’t rate my chances of survival at all! I tried to ignore my bubbling feelings of anxiety and I returned to my hotel for dinner.  The evening meal wasn’t anything special but it was edible and identifiable and then some of us settled down to watch a DVD before getting a good night’s sleep.

Crossing the border

The next day we were up early and breakfasted, given a small packed lunch and we were back in our minivan for Friendship Bridge #4 and the border crossing into Laos at the town of Huay Xai.

This was a VERY relaxed border crossing where you fill in the relevant form, add a passport photo, hand over the fee together with your passport and you wait around in the shade for your name to be called. Calling is not exactly accurate as the officials don’t call out your name but hold up each passport in turn at their window which prompts everybody in the small crowd to flow forwards to see the picture, somebody steps forward to claim their own and then everybody settles back down and chats until the next document is held up to the glass.

the border between Thailand and Laos

We were then loaded onto trucks and taken to another waiting point where people took the opportunity to sell us snacks, water and cushions as well as accommodation for that night and then, after another short truck ride we were at the river.

The slow boat from Thailand to Laos.

At the river people clambered carefully down the muddy banks laden down with rucksacks and wobbled over the rickety gang plank where a team of workers stowed the bags under the floorboards of the boat.  I had little time to be nervous as I grabbed a seat and the engines fired up with a blast of noise, heat and fumes.

I was perfectly placed in the middle of the boat – which was interestingly fitted out with rows of old car seats cobbled together haphazardly.  As our journey got underway, the back of the boat did indeed turn out to be very noisy and the front was where an impromptu party got going but I could read, work on my laptop and chat to my new friends in relative comfort.

boarding the slow boat

The journey on the river through the mountains was beautiful.  The river was mostly calm and wide, but every so often it would race faster past spiky rocks and bubble alarmingly in whirlpools. This was the dry season so many of the rocks were sticking up proud from the surface – it must be far more difficult to navigate when they are hidden under the water.

The boatmen must know every inch of the river although I was warned by many Thai’s not to ride on the fast boats as the drivers are reckless and can be careless. Those longtail boats would accelerate past us at high speed but they have a tendancy to hit hidden rocks and they capsize with alarming frequency.

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On the slow boat we had time to appreciate the huge cliffs hanging over the narrow chasms and we could watch the water buffalo bathing in the shallows. We could see how the farmers had reclaimed the silt beaches at low water to plant out rows of vegetables and small boys sat with herds of goats whose bells tinkled as they drank.  We pulled over to rickety wooden jetties to pick up both parcels and people or we were met by dug-out canoes in the middle of the river that transferred ladies and babies to us for their journey south.

on the slow boat

I spent my first night in Laos at the small riverside town of Pak Beng   My new German friend Miriam and myself clambered into the back of a truck for the transfer to our hostel for the night.  Pak Beng has grown up to service the tourists and villages who travel the river and is packed with guesthouses, bars and bakeries…and furtive guys who come out of the shadows and offer you weed and opium.

Choosing croissants and beer we had a good time at one of the bars before a good night’s sleep. We breakfasted on a deck overlooking the water and watched a couple of elephants chilling on the beach with their mahout before stowing our rucksacs on the (different) boat and grabbing some seats.  This time, we weren’t so lucky and we had to sit on hard wooden benches so I was very glad that I had spent 40 pence on a cushion.

The scenery changed as we rounded every corner and we spent the day chatting and mixing with the other passengers, taking photos and generally relaxing.

views from the slow boat between Thailand and Laos

The second day was a little bit cloudier and we did get a bit chilly as the wind funnelled along the river and I got a bit fed up of just eating snack food but I am very glad that I chose the slow boat to Laos, despite my fear of water.

Close to Luang Prabang we passed the caves high up in the cliffs – called Pak Ou this is the place where many pilgrims and tourists come by small boats to visit the 4000+ Buddha statues, and then we rounded a bend in the river and came to our final stop – a set of stone steps cut into the steep river bank and we were at the end of our two day transfer across the border on the slow boat from Thailand to Laos.

more views of the river Mekong
  • [grwebform url=”https://app.getresponse.com/view_webform_v2.js?u=spPd&webforms_id=13127101″ css=”on” center=”off” center_margin=”200″/]Don’t be tempted to take the fast boat – their safety record is poor.
  • Take a cushion, food and water and a good book or some music.
  • Make sure that your camera battery is fully charged.
  • You don’t need to pre-book accommodation in Pak Beng. It is a compact town with hostels and hotels to suit all budgets and where plenty of touts wait to greet you when the boat docks.
  • Pak Beng has ATM’s, plenty of places to eat and drink and some really good street food
  • You are not obliged to take the slow boat from the Friendship Bridge 4. You can head north once you cross the border and visit a very rural mountainous part of Laos or even branch off from Pak Beng after one day on the water.
  • You may find yourself on a ‘party boat’ – you can choose to join in or the boats are large enough for you to distance yourself you want to sit and chat or read.
  • The boats now moor up some distance from Luang Prabang so unless you want a long hike into the town I would recommend that you take one of the trucks. These have a fixed price with tickets issued from a little office on the river bank and they will drop you at the central roundabout in Luang Prabang

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cruising on the slow boat from Thailand to Laos

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