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Laos Travellog Part III: The Loop

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Motorbiking in Laos

Laos Countryside

Laos Countryside

One of our most fun adventures to date, in my opinion, was this 4-day motorbike loop that we undertook outside of Tha Khaek, Laos. A popular and well-know circuit, the adventure starts in the small city of Tha Khaek, and circles a few hundred kilometers around, passing through numerous villages, rice paddies, and an endless amount of stunning scenery. We went on this little adventure accompanied by Sandra, a German girl traveling on her own, and the three of us had a great little adventure on our rented, fully automatic, real-Honda 100cc bikes – this distinction is important, in light of the fact that most bikes you can rent are low-quality Chinese bikes that are as likely as not to break down, and for inexperienced bikers like myself, the fully-automatic feature was helpful (although I have managed a semi-automatic successfully).

The first day of the loop was pretty easy riding, on nice paved roads that wound through some of the most amazing scenery I’ve ever seen. Dramatic, rocky mountains rose up around us, covered in lush greenery, and we had a surprisingly clear day, having mostly dealt with a haze created by the constant burning in the countryside (slash and burn farming). It was tough not to stop every 5 minutes to take more pictures.

Laos the Energy Provider

By late morning, we arrived at an area where the Nam Theun 2 hydropower dam had drastically altered the countryside. We stopped at the visitor’s centre to learn more, and certainly it is an interesting project, providing carbon-cleaner energy primarily to Thailand. But you could also see the destruction it had imposed on the landscape – on one side of the road, beautiful, untouched jungle, and on the other, a massive lake filled with dead trees where the damming of the river had flooded the valley. With growing energy demands in Asia, Laos has taken on quite a number of damming projects to provide this electricity to it’s hungry neighbours, and though I do think it’s better in the long run than burning fossil fuels, one can only imagine the long term effects of this kind of disruption to fish and other wildlife.

Rain!

Our first night's stop - lovely in the evening, less nice in the morning of rain

Our first night’s stop – lovely in the evening, less nice in the morning of rain

When we had been sitting in Tha Khaek planning our loop trip and reading the book of other traveler’s experiences, we had shunned the idea that we needed warm clothes – when you haven’t experienced temperatures below 25 degrees celsius in nearly a month, it’s very difficult to believe that you will ever be cold again. And certainly, being at the end of the dry season, we did not expect rain, at least not more than the short 20 min showers we’d had a couple of times.

So we were shocked when, after spending a lovely evening (in a power outage, by a campfire) in Thalang village, the rain started coming down in the morning, accompanied by strong winds, and didn’t let up until 2pm. We were completely taken by surprise, and sat with 3 other stranded travellers playing cards, feeling cold and annoyed at being unable to leave. When the rain finally did let up, our little scooter gang of 3 took off, trying to make it as far as we could before dark.

Mud, mud and more mud…

The rain, of course, turned what we had expected to be a very dusty stretch of road into – surprise surprise – a muddy one. We had been prepared to have a stretch of bad roads, a part of the loop that is under construction and is really only red dirt. While others had warned us of deep dust holes, we were faced with deep mud, no traction, and a lot of cursing.

Marcy struggles with her bike on a muddy turn

Marcy struggles with her bike on a muddy turn

Sandra, experienced with riding scooters in Germany, sailed through the stretch of road, and we didn’t see her again until the end. Marcy was the first to go down, losing her grip on her bike and sliding sideways. I went down a little while later. Luckily, we were travelling at less than 1km/hour, so injury was never a concern, just extreme frustration and very muddy shoes as we repeatedly spun our wheels trying to get up hills, and slid sideways going down. If it hadn’t been for a friendly older local man (with few teeth, zero English, and wearing flip-flops), who took turns pushing Marcy’s bike then pushing mine to get us through the deeper spots, Marcy and I may have just given up and slept by the side of the road.

But the Lao man did get us through, we we happily bought him and his friends a couple beers at the village at the end of the terrible road, where we used sign language to have minimal conversation and lots of laughter. We didn’t linger long, because we still had a lot of kilometers to cover before dark, so we left them to their beer and road a cold, bumpy and tiring hour or two to the very uninspiring town of Lak Sao, arriving grumpy and exhausted.

Unfound Spring

Where's the spring, huh?

Where’s the spring, huh?

The weather was in our favour the rest of the trip, and we left the next morning on nicer roads. Our morning destination was a place called Cool Springs. I had directions: travel 34km past Lak Sao, look for a sign pointing to a village 3km away, drive all the way to the river at the base of the mountains, then follow the path to the springs. Sounds easy, right? We got as far as the river OK, where we parked our bikes and waded across the muddy river. But at the other side, we couldn’t find a sign of a path. We wacked our way through low, sparse brush for about 20 min, looking for the path, and were about to give up when I found it – pretty obvious path, but we’d crossed the river at the wrong point. OK, so now we were on the path, walking through dry, cracked farm fields, along the side of the mountain, but we could not find the stupid springs! Not a sign of water anywhere around the mountains. An hour and a half after starting out, we returned to our bikes. It was a lovely walk, but no springs!

Konglor Cave

Konglor Cave

Konglor Cave

One of the loop’s highlights, besides the stunning scenery, is the Konglor Cave. It is 7.5km long, and you travel through it in a boat, with 2 guides and flashlights. Knowing our camera would never do it justice, I have borrowed this image from Itchy Feet on the Cheap, who also has some other great pictures of the area.

We arrived in the village by the cave in late afternoon, too late for a boat, but the perfect time for a swim in the lake at the mouth of the cave, full of clear water and striped fish. We had a lovely stay in the village of Kong Lor, at the Enjoy Boy Guesthouse (yes, interesting name), and we found the village friendly with eager, smiling children.

Our boat trip through the cave in the morning was fascinating, with beautiful formations that have been lit up, and otherwise passing through darkness in the vast cave for nearly an hour. Going against the current in dry season, with the river low, there were a few small rocky rapids when we had to step out of the boat while the driver and assistant dragged the boat over the rocks, and once we had to join in to help pull the boat over rocks. We arrived at a small refreshment area under dramatic mountains on the other side of the cave, where we rested for 15 min before jumping back in the long wooden boat for the trip back. It was a great little adventure, and not at all scary! I say that because caves make me nervous…

Last Leg

Our final day was a long day of driving as we traveled the 200km back to Tha Khaek, half of that along the main road. While traffic in Laos is generally much less than places like Vietnam and Canada, and there were long stretches where we were the only ones on the road, there were still big trucks that made us nervous as they passed by us and each other. But we made it back completely unscathed, high-fiving our great and injury-free adventure.

Traffic jam in Laos

Traffic jam in Laos

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Laos Travellog: Part II

The Journey Continues

From the small and lovely Muong Ngoi, we ventured an hour downriver to the slightly larger Nuan Kiaw, a small town consisting mainly of homes annd shops gathered on each bank of the river, joined by a large bridge. We spent three nights here in a lovely, simple bungalow with a hammock in front, where I napped in the mid-day heat most days.Nuang Kiaw

Nuan Kiaw boasts several restaurants, including two authentic Indian ones, and we ate well. In fact, so far in Laos, it hasn’t been too difficult to maintain our vegetarianism, rather to my surprise. I can’t tell if it’s traditional or tourist influence, but most places we eat have lots of veg options. The majority of our meals have been some variation of rice (sticky, steame or fried) or noodles (stir fried or in soups) with vegetables and often tofu, as well as baguettes sandwiches with egg or veg. But anywhere with a significant tourist base has also had Indian, Thai, Chinese and Western foods. My favourite thing, though, his the fruit and fruit shakes: mango, banana, pineapple, passionfruit, oranges and watermelon are plentiful in the markets.

In Nuan Kiaw, we rented bicycles for half a day and explored some of the surrounding area passing through villages where the children called and waved to us, and we were chased by one dog, who was luckily was no match for the bikes. At the end of our morning, in the mid-day heat, we were able to go down the river to swim and cool off. That evening, the children at the local elementary school put on a small performance of three traditional dances, as a fundraiser for their learning centre, and we, along with many of the other tourists in town, turned up to watch.

The next day, we joined a tour for the day that took us out to see two small villages then a 40 min trek to a waterfall, small now in the dry season but with enough water for a swimming hole. The return trip was in kayaks, with a few small but exciting passes over white water, and long stretches of silence on the Nam Ou river, appreciating some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen.

The Old Capital – Luang Prabang

The next day saw us on a bus to Luang Prabang, the old capital. Roads through Laos, though few, have generally been in good condition for us, possibly because many are relatively new. For centuries, most of northern Laos was only travelled by boat, and when you experience the roads, you can see why. Hardly 50m of road is straight at any given point, winding endlessly up and down and around mountains, and snake turn by turn continously. But there is little traffic and few potholes, so it’s not bad if you don’t get carsick!1974013_10152325491554434_1603200199_o

Luang Prabang is an old city, designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site, with dozens of buddhist temples (wats), a mixture of traditional Lao and French colonial architecture, and a large handicraft night market. After the quiet and calm of the towns and villages on the river, the busy atmosphere of the city, even a small city, had little appeal, so we stayed only 2 nights. We’d been told, however, that the waterfall outside of town was not to be missed, and it didn’t disappoint. We got to the falls early and avoided the crowds, climbing to the top of the many tiered falls, which were spectacular, and swam as the day heated up.

Near the falls was also a bear sanctuary, Free the Bears, where moon bears, 1979171_10152325490909434_1520515810_orescued from poachers, live in large, nature-scaped enclosures. Having spent time with our friend Steve in Hanoi, who works for Animals Asia that does similar work, it was a neat experience. Moon bears are used in the cruel practice of bile extraction, kept in cages with tubes extracting bile from their gallbladders for traditional Chinese medicine, and these groups are working to rescue and rehabilitate bears, and educate people to end the practice.

Our last evening and morning in Luang Prabang had us catching the sites, the national museum and the wat atop Mount Phousi, before boarding a bus once more.

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Ancient Jars

In Phongsavanh, we rented a motorbike for a day to explore the Plain of Jars, which are ancient stone jars scattered throughout the area. The area was bombed heavily during the Vietnam war, and the remenants are visible as craters and bomb casings on display, with info on the landmine clearing that took place. We had an interesting day, also visiting a village that produced spoons and other trinkets made of bomb metals. The town was not too exciting, though, and after one day, we got back on buses to head south.

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Vietnam and Laos Travellog: Part 1

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Vietnam

Alley in Hanoi's Old Quarter

Alley in Hanoi’s Old Quarter

We started our adventures in busy Hanoi, luckily having the home of a friend of ours as a base to explore and get over our jet lag. Hanoi is kind of a crazy place, with an abundance of honking taxis and motorbikes and few traffic rules (at least the kind that I recognize).

Hanoi is a pretty nice city, with an Old Quarter where you’re as likely as not to get lost in a maze of streets, each with its own theme. For example, on one road, every shop is selling sewing supplies; on another, things made of metal. We spent a few days exploring the city, sampling the noodles and coffees, and nervously negotiating crossing the streets. Interesting, but we were glad to escape the chaos on an overnight train to Sapa after a couple of days.

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Sapa Rice Paddies

Sapa is a mountain town popular with tourists. The fog at this time of year kept the town somewhat socked in, but a trek into the valley villages revealed hills of beautiful flooded rice paddies, as yet unplanted for the season. Local women from the H’mong ethnic minority followed our groups, selling handicrafts and sharing information about their villages and culture.

After two days in Sapa, we embarked on a night bus towards Dien Bien Phu, at the Laos border. This was a main indication of the difference between travelling in my twenties and travelling in my thirties – no more night buses! Although this one was more comfortable than any I took in Africa, being woken up (from a not-real sleep) every couple of hours with blaring Vietnamese music and a good deal of shouting does not make for a good night. Still, we got to our destination and, after a nap, explored the town, with its wide streets, minimal traffic, and bunkers and monuments from the 1954 battle against the French colonial forces.

Laos

Nam Ou River, Laos

Nam Ou River, Laos

About one week after we left Vancouver, we crossed into Laos, a long, tiring (although only about 70km) but fairly uneventful trip. After a quiet night in a border town, Muang Khua, we took a stunning 3.5 hr boat trip down the Nam Ou river, passing tiny hamlets, swimming children and lounging water buffalo, under the backdrop of stunning jungle mountains. In Laos, we’ve finally hit the hotter weather, and the boat trip was a highlight.

We came to rest in the village of Muang Ngoi, a small place with a high proportion of foreign tourists and bungalow guesthouses. It sits by the river, under dramatic mountains and while it seems like it should be a remote paradise but has been somewhat invaded by travellers. We also seemed to have timed our arrival with the funeral of a local monk, which meant all-night celebrations both nights we stayed. Still, staying in Muang Ngoi was lovely, and we did a small trek out to a tiny village, visiting a cave along the way. Although not especially long, about 2 hours, the trek was hot, and a smart woman at the entrance of the village knew what she was about when she saw us and called out, ‘cold beer!’ The villagers, used to white people walking thru, didn’t really bat an eye as we strolled past their bamboo huts.

Laos, in general, is stunning and seemingly remote. The people are friendly, but standoff-ish, and they don’t harass travellers to buy things, which is nice. After hectic Vietnam, it is lovely and relaxing here. But you can see how much has changed over the last 5-10 years, and I was naively surprised at the throngs of travellers we see everywhere. When I went to Thailand 10 years ago, Laos wasn’t on many itineraries, but with transport and road improvements, it has clearly become very popular. A great destination, but not the untouched paradise I’m sure it once was, and I have a feeling the local people wish it still was.