My Visa arrived on time and the travel agent gave us a lift to the
crossing. He then went back for the passports. Then with all the
paperwork together he de-registered us from Thailand and we got on the
narrow boat across the river.
On the other side we got some Laos Kip and then caught a tuk tuk to
where the slow cargo boat departed from. There was plenty of time
before departure, so I was able to organise some sandwiches and fruit
for later.
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Villagers checking on the falangs
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The Cargo boat consisted of a hold, plus a passenger area which
must have been around 10m long, a gap to get on and off the boat and
then an area at the front which was raised about a metre off the
ground, and which could also be used for sitting on. The passenger
area had a wooden shelf around the edge, about 30cm or so off the
ground. Our boat was full, so that almost all the shelf plus the front
area had someone on it. Once we were underway, the captain covered the
roof at the entrance so that no-one would climb on the roof. This also
meant that no-one could stand up. I'd heard beforehand that this trip
was uncomfortable, but I didn't appreciate just how
uncomfortable. Pretty soon my bum was numb and my legs were aching. We
passed some beautiful scenery, and some interesting villages but the
appeal of these soon waned and I just wanted to get off the boat as
soon as I could.
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Mother and daughter at Pakbeng
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Eventually we made it to Pakbeng where we would spend the night. As
we were clambering up the bank from the river to the village several
small children appeared and tried to sell us grass. For about 10 Swiss
francs they were offering a bag about the size of two cigarette
packets.
I'm told it wasn't very good, but at that price no-one was
complaining. Unfortunately there was nowhere in the village to buy
rizzlas so there were some very inventive methods of smoking. I
quickly checked into one of the guest houses, and started chatting to
two of my fellow travelers, Ali and Vandi.
We went for a walk through the village, waving at the kids, getting
stared at by the adults, and, somewhat bizarrely, getting asked for pens.
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Small Children in Pakbeng
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The village had a generator that only operated from 7pm to 11pm. In
spite of this we still managed to get some cold beer.
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Roger the cabin boy checks the bags
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However, the
lights were all wired in directly, without switches, which meant that
there was no light during the night (which wasn't really such a big
deal), and also there was no way to switch off the light before 11pm.
The 'shower' was a big tub of water and a ladle, the idea being
that you threw the cold water over yourself. This was excruciating,
but a very effective way of waking up.
The first leg of the boat trip had been about 6 hours and was
bad. The second day was nearer 9 hours and was hell. There was a short
break half way as they unloaded cement at a village, but otherwise we
stayed on the boat. Fortunately this time the roof of the entrance was
kept open so we were able to take it in turns to stand up for a little
while. There was much relief when we saw the outskirts of Luang
Prabang, and even more an hour later when we finally docked.
I'm really glad I did the slow cargo boat trip, it was an
experience and I made lots of friends, but I never want to do it again!
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