Sombon had agreed to pick me up at 7 am at my Namsok Guesthouse, but he showed up at my place at 6:30am instead. He was going to take me to the boat landing by his boat since he had two customers for a one hour boat ride on the Mekong River. The couple were tourists for Bulgaria and Sombon picked up a third customer from Vietnam.
Here is the pathway down to the slow boat ferries that will take me to Pak Beng and then catch another boat to Huay Xai where I will cross the Mekong River to Thailand and then a night bus to Bangkok. I was the only Westerner on this boat and there were only four other tourists---all from China--- and the rest were Laotians. the boat stopped several times a day to let off some of the Laotian passengers at little villages along the way.
Here is what the slow boat looks like and the fare to Pak Beng was 110000 kip and took 9 hours. I still did not understand how I was going to get a ticket from Pak Beng to Huay Xai. The Chinese group had purchased their tickets from a travel agency and only had an invoice to show for the next leg of the journey.
Along the way our engine died and it took the guys about 1/2 hour to get it fixed. I did not even want to think about the Plan B if the engine could not start since there were few other boats going north.
During our travels north the scenery was beautiful with craggy rocks and swift rapids along the Mekong. It was punctuated by small villages that were adjacent to a recent burn of the forest land so they could plant crops and then move on. It reminded me a lot of the checkerboard pattern of forest lands in my home state of Washington where mile squares of clear cuts alternated with protected forest lands.
As the day wore on, I got familiar with some of the other passengers. First, I recognized a Laotian young woman, Mai, who was traveling with Mom and Aunt because early that morning, they were some of the people I had videotaped that morning giving offerings to the monks in Luang Prabang. I showed them the video and later emailed it to Mai. What a small world.
Other people I met on the boat were four Chinese tourists bound for Chiang Rai after arriving in Huay Xai. Two of them---Ranchie, and Ruolyn---had quit their jobs and the other two---Yujuan and Zhi---were allowed extended leave to travel. Throughout the cruise they would give me all sorts of fruits like mangos, bananas, and mangostenos. On the second day they offered to have me join them for the Laotion food they had picked up in Pak Beng. It looked good, but I had already eaten my egg sandwich to go which consisted of shreds of carrots, lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes and eggs. Here is a picture of them at the Laotian feast---from left to right---Ranchie, Yujuan, Ruolyn, and Zhi.
Finally there were the little sisters who played up and down the boat and were very curious about my mini iPad. After getting permission from the Mom, I showed them how to play Fruit Ninja and Angry Birds. They got a high score of 594 on Fruit Ninja and also a high score on the Angry Birds. They did this for about two hours before returning it to me. It was fun to watch how lively and generally cooperative they were playing these games. Afterward they took a nap as the boat continued along until it got to their little village, and they and their parents go off along with two huge bags of rice and other bags of stuff.
We got to Pak Beng just as the sun was setting and on the steep climb up for the boat, touts started offering us "wonderful" accommodations. I agreed to see the Sivongsack Guesthouse for only 50000 kip which had wifi, hot showers, and fan and looked from the pictures, fairly clean.
It's amazing how exhausted I was from doing nothing all day. I took a nice hot shower after I figured out that they had reversed the hot and cold water knobs---reminded me of what the Inn at Loreto Bay also had done.
I headed to their restaurant and had a cold BeerLao along with a delicious rice, chicken, and cashew nut dinner. I sat with Crystal, from Germany, who was heading down river to Luang Prabang. She was following some vision that she had that she was suppose to talk to a monk there for life guidance. I told her that with over thirty monasteries full of monks, it would be very likely that she would find what she was searching for.
Since it was a bit cooler here, I did not suffer from a lack of A/C as I thought I might. I got to bed early and woke up to the rooster alarm about 5:30 am. I got caught up on my email traffic and then had a big craving for a big Lao Coffee. The roadside stands feature coffee that is put into a filter bag and hot water is dripped into the cup. Next comes the double sweetened cream---you can almost chew it. I think the coffee and the baguettes are a legacy from the days of the French influence. Here is a picture of the coffee stand in downtown Pak Beng early morning with the owner's daughter chewing on a wad of sticky rice.
Morning in downtown Pak Beng.
I am still not sure how the boat ticket onward to Huay Xai will work. The guesthouse folks just told me to be down there by 8am and I would purchase the ticket on the boat. After about thirty minutes of sitting on this boat people had told me was headed to Huay Xai, the group of Chinese tourists showed up along with the Laotian daughter, Mai, Mom and Aunt. This confirmed for me I was headed in the right direction.
We passed more villages where some of the passengers got off. We continued to see craggy peaks, jagged rocks and swirling water along the way. Many fishermen were trying their skill with a variety nets and even single poles to catch the fish out of this chocolate colored water. At the villages clusters of kids and adults could be seen swimming in this murky water of the Mekong.
During one heavy downpour we had to lower the storm curtains and everyone pitched in rapidly to keep the downpour out. About an hour later, the sky was blue, and we raised the curtains.
I am relaxing with a ice cold BeerLao as we cruise up the Mekong River toward Huay Xai.
Once again there was a curious little girl who was the ship's captain's daughter who spent much of her time either sweeping the place with a duster or visiting with others.
After landing in Huay Xai, I walked south until I spotted the immigration office and the boats that would take me over to Thailand the following morning since immigration was closed for the day.
I walked down to what looked like a fairly clean guesthouse, called Kaupjai, and it was just 100000 kip or 200 baht. Since I had run out of kip and did not want to buy a bunch more, I began to use baht in this border town. it turns out as in most border towns they use the different currencies interchangeably.
That night I ate at a terrace restaurant that overlooked the river. There were lots of scruffy looking Europeans doing some serious drinking, and the lobby there was a lot of bags and canisters that reminded me of a movie set or rock concert materials.
The following morning after I met up with the Chinese tourists again, I learned that the scruffy group were the "roadies" for a European based version of "The Amazing Race". The Chinese tourists said that they had run across them in their travels two other times and they thought they would meet up with them again in Chiang Rai according to one of the producers.
Here is a picture of some of the contestants waiting to take the little boat over to Thailand. The contestants were now down to about four couples- two Italian models, two jocks--one was an Olympic swimmer who told me he competed against Michael Phelps several times, and one was an Italian Judo Olympic champion, and two brothers. The final couple was somewhere else. One of the producers told us not to post pictures on Facebook which would reveal who the finalists were before the series was shown on TV.
They told us that they were given just €1 per day so they had to hitchhike a lot to get from one place to another. They did not know where they were going next, but they were allowed a couple days every week to eat as much as they wanted. During the race days they could not use cell phones nor watches. One of the two brothers said that he had already lost 15 kilos and his brother likewise and that this was the most extreme thing he had ever done. The two models looked like cadavers, they were so skinny.
The Chinese tourists and I shared a boat over to Thailand, but they were held up a bit because Ranchie had to go get a photocopy of his passport. I headed on down to the bus station by taking a 30 baht tuk tuk, but stopped at the first ATM.
While I was in Luang Prabang, my ATM card never worked despite trying about 5 different banks and 15 machines. Good thing I was carrying some emergency USD and Thai Baht that got me through. I was worried that the magnetic strip had gotten demagnetized by my iPad cover.
When I used the first Thai ATM machine, that one too refused to give me any money and suggested that I contact my bank---easy to say, but hard to do. Yikes! This is not good. Next trip I will take two ATM cards.
Even though the Lonely planet guide indicated there was just one ATM in this small town, I spotted a number more just down the road a bit. At the second one, I put in my card and fortunately it gave me 10000 baht. What a relief.
When your ATM is either lost, stolen or no longer works, my options get reduced to staying and eating at places that take credit cards or use your credit card to get a cash advance--- these cash advances can be quite costly at at least a 3% charge at both ends of the transaction. Both choices are much more expensive. Use of a credit card is at least a 3% charge unless you get one that reimburses you for these charges. Some stock broker companies offer this as well as some credit cards. You can see which ones do by going to www.frugaltravelguy.com.
I waved goodbye to the Chinese tourists as they got on their bus to Chiang Rai and then went to find a coffee shop with wifi to while away the time before my 3 pm night bus would arrive. I ended up getting the 2nd class bus to Bangkok for just 535 baht. After a Thai ice tea followed by a green iced tea, I moved on down the road back toward the bus station.
I stopped at another wifi restaurant and talked a bit to two European travelers who were touring Thailand by motor scooter. One was Polish and the other a Slovak and both had finished a Master program in tourism management in Spain. They were now getting some actual on the ground experience in their travels through Asia.
I was getting hot and sweaty so I decided to get a massage where when finished I could freshen up with a shower. It was really an enjoyable hour for 400 baht. Refreshed I headed toward the bus station with the thought of finding a wifi restaurant. No such luck, instead it was a street stall for a bowl of soup, rice and chicken along with a Leo beer for 75 baht. At least I was able to recharge my iPad there.
With 15 minutes to spare I hit up the 7/11 for some honey green tea and an Magnum toffee chocolate ice cream bar.
I got on the bus and found myself the only customer and unfortunately I picked the sunny side of the bus for my assigned seat which won't matter once the sun goes down in a few hours. Unlike my last bus, this one is a double decker where the #1 seat is over the drive so you have an unobstructed view to the front plus lots of extra leg room. Some day I will figure these buses out. Fourteen hours from now I was back in Bangkok for a few days before I fly to Hanoi and on to Sapa before I head south in Vietnam.
Through the maze of the Mo Chit bus station, I found the local buses that were going to the Mo Chit sky train station. It cost me just 13 baht instead of a moto taxi for 60 baht.
Front seat view.