[Laos]

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[Luang Prabang]

Tuesday 4th April


Somewhat knackered, we arrived in Luang Prabang in late afternoon. We quickly bumped into Sam and Rauli, two people who Ali had met earlier in her trip. Ali, Vandi and I found a cheap and cheerful guest house, washed the grime of the trip away and treated ourselves to an expensive meal.

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Looking up at Wat Xieng Thong
Of course expensive in Laos means about 3 Swiss Francs. This was served with Beer Lao, which has to be the best in Asia, and one of the best in the world.
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Looking down from Wat Xieng Thong
The story goes that when Czechoslovakia was still communist, they sent over their best beer engineers to help their Lao compatriots set up a brewery.

Wednesday 5th April


The next day, I went walk about. Luang Prabang is dominated by Wat Xieng Thong, so as early as I could muster (which admittedly wasn't really that early), I climbed the steps to have a closer look and a look at the town from above. I wasn't expecting too much, most of Northern Laos had been covered in haze during the boat trip, the result of slash and burn harvesting, and so the view from the top of the Wat was fairly murky. Rather than walk back along the main road, I went along a back route nearer the river. This was mostly tourist-free.

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Making sugar cane juice
I passed a woman making fresh sugar cane juice (below right), so I stopped and tried some. It was disgusting!
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Another wat

In one of the other Wats I ran into an Australian couple who had been on the boat. This repeated itself several times for the rest of the trip - I met people who had been on the boat or people who I'd met somewhere else because they were with people on the boat.

In the afternoon I got on a boat across the river. As I approached the river various people offered to hire a boat to me and take me to various temples on the other side. I'd read that it was possible to take a water taxi across along with the locals, so I decided to try this first.

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Cross-river transport in Luang Prabang
It was not immediately obvious what was going on, so I stood watching for a while. There was no discernible pattern to it - someone would get in a boat, seemingly picked at random, some more people would join them and when the owner thought he had enough passengers it would leave.
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Crossing the river
So I waited until a someone got on one of the boats and joined them. There were about 6 of us on the boat when it left.

The crossing took about 5 minutes and then I seemed to be well of the beaten track. I didn't come across any other tourists, just villagers going about their business. The television aerials made it obvious that this wasn't particularly primitive, but it was still nice to get away from the westerners for an hour or so.

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Water buffalo cooling off
When I got back to where I'd been dropped off I was expecting there to be the same kind of turn around there had been on the Luang Prabang side, but there were no boats at all. I thought maybe I'd badly misjudged how this worked, but after about 15 minutes a boat turned up and I was able to go back.

That evening we made good use of an excellent Indian restaurant.

Thursday 6th April


Sabadee Pee Mi Laos

Laos celebrates new year according to the Buddhist calendar, so in 2000 it fell on 13th April. For weeks beforehand, small and not so small children take great delight in getting their friends wet. They use a mixture of water pistols (from traditional small ones to humungous pump action ones with a range of several metres), buckets, hose pipes and anything else that can hold water. Small boys will attack small girls, especially if they are on bicycles. Small girls will attack other small girls and sometimes boys as well. And everyone, including the adults, picks on the falangs. (oh, the spelling is my own, in case you didn't guess.)

 
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A gang of us in a tuk tuk

Independently, two groups of us had decided to go to the local waterfalls. There were about five of us in our tuk tuk, and maybe a few more in the other one.

On the way there we were periodically ambushed as we passed through villages, mostly with buckets of water. The driver was keeping a steady speed, so he also got hit. We were a little damp by the time we arrived, but not overly so.

We met the other group at the waterfall, and stripped off to our swimming gear and lounged around in the water for a while, occasionally swimming up to the rocks to try and get inside the waterfall.

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Vandi, Ali, Rauli and Sam at Kuang Si falls
While we were there some monks turned up. They didn't undress, but did get in the water in their robes. When they had finished swimming they stopped for a smoke and to take photographs of each other. For some reason whenever they took a picture there was always a girl in a bikini in the background.

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A monk contemplates the falls

We climbed up the waterfall, walked over the top and climbed back down again, then wandered back to the tuk tuk point to get some water and some snacks, and to haggle with the local T-shirt sellers.

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Monks at Kuang Si falls

On the way back we decided to use some of our drinking water as a weapon, but there was far too little of it to be effective. The driver meanwhile was being clever - every time he spotted an ambush he would slow down, allowing the attackers to aim carefully for the back of the tuk tuk. The result was that we got soaked, while he stayed dry.

After drying out a little we went for something to eat and met up with some other people from our boat, plus some more people that Ali new from Thailand, in a restaurant that must be a contender for having the worst service in Laos.

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The war has begun

Afterwards we repaired over the road for a beer or two and some Lao Lao. This is the Laos liqueur, and has a similar effect to tequila. Likewise, it is more of a skulling drink than a sipping drink, so we skulled them. Sam immediately threw hers straight back up.


Friday 7th April


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Luang Prabang bus station

Ali had not been well, so she was staying in Luang Prabang a little longer. Vandi was going to the north to visit the plain of Jars. I decided I had seen everything that I wanted to and so the next morning I got the bus south to Vang Vieng. I got the same tuk tuk driver as we'd been to the waterfall with to take me to the bus station (right). The bus pictured is the bus we took, which came as some relief because the one next to it was even more ramshackle.




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