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January 31, 2003, Konglo, Laos.
Where were we...? O yeah, on our way to Vang Vieng, between Luang Prabang and Vientiane, the capital. We had a nice bus-trip over mountain ridges with splendid views of valleys covered in clouds ("sea of clouds"). Vang Vieng is a sleepy town that has been turned into some sort of outdoor activity centre for people that seem to arrive straight from the Thai beaches. When we got there we saw an endless stream of male and female 'farangs' (as the foreigners are called here) floating down the local river in large innertubes, complete with beer bottle in hand! And on the shore there were more, sunbathing, in hammocks or getting ready for a large bbq dinner. Other activities included rock climbing ("now we are talking...", said papa ...."Oh, no you don't.." said mommy) and also rafting, kayaking, hiking, caving, etc. And then at night there were some locals offering: you wanna smoke something...? That's progress I guess, but at least the locals are benefiting from the tourist dollars that keep flowing in.
We came here basically on recommendation of someone who told us the river trip was a highlight of her trip in Laos. So we booked this kayak-trip through our hotel and after a quick breakfast we boarded a pick-up truck with our guide and kayaks (open, surf-board type). We were dropped 20 km. or so up the Nam Song river and were soon on our way down the gentle stream: Mommy and myself with the guide and Papa in a solo kayak. The water was relatively clear (at least not as murky-brown as the Mekong!) and not too deep. A few rapids here and there, but nothing to write home about. The one big attraction was the scenery: high limestone cliffs everywhere, sometimes close to the river. There where not many villages, but I saw kids fishing sometimes. The other big attraction was the cave! We got on shore and hiked for 15 min. to the face of one of the cliffs. Picked up innertubes along way and the folks used them to float in a small pond that led to a narrow passage at the base of the cliff. Since the cave was low and the river deep, I was left with another guide at the cave entrance to await their return. I'm sorry I didn�t see it as they told me how the passage opened up to a large water corridor leading into the mountain. Thanks to headlights they were able to see the smooth surface of the low ceiling. After 20 min. of floating they got to some sand and with lit candles in hand they had to crawl through a 2 ft. (70 cm.) high passage to get to another cavern. It was quite the expedition, but soon they came upon a group of other 'spelunkers' who had come from another entrance. Mommy decided to head back with them and check on me, while Papa continued on with the guide for some more adventurous crawling. After doing a small loop and headed back as well. Everybody was happy to be out of the cave and into the bright sunshine once more. We had lunch where we had left the kayaks, played a bit with the resident monkey (yes, a real one) and left for the second half of the river trip. Soon we started to see the signs for 'cold beer� here and there along the river. These were riverside bars for the innertube crowds! And later we started paddling past quite a few of them (I thought that it seemed pretty slow and rather boring...). I was glad to be in a faster mode of water transport and had a great time even though I didn't do any swimming. |
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The next day we left by minibus for Vientiane. My parents were amazed at how the city seemed to have changed since they were there in 1992. Then it was quiet and almost peaceful; now it was bustling with traffic, guesthouses and internet cafes everywhere ... We went for an evening stroll along the Mekong, drank some young coconut water and witnessed a beautiful sunset over Thailand (just across the river). At first we were only going to pass through Vientiane on our way to southern Laos, but ended up staying an extra day to buy tickets for our flights to Cambodia, change money and buy some books. Once again we went back for sunset on the Mekong and had a nice dinner there with an Australian family we had met earlier in Vang Vieng - mother traveling with her 2 teenage daughters.
For our next destination we had to get a 6 am bus (the last one!), so that meant getting up at 4:30 am... Around noon we were dropped off in Ban Ha Nin, on the way to Luk Sao (near the |
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Vietnamese border). There, along with a girl from Holland (Geesje, who was traveling to the same destination), we first tried to get a Tuk-Tuk to take us to Konglo, but we were told the road was 'too bad'. We noticed that there was little English spoken here in the south compared to the north, making communication a challenge, to say the least. Papa managed nevertheless and after checking 'in' and 'out' of 2 different guesthouses within a 1hour time frame, we decided to go to Konglo village situated at the entrance of a huge cave. So, papa |
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renegotiated with the Tuk-Tuk driver to take us only to the broken bridge. And broken it was.... it had indeed collapsed the night before with 2 large trucks on it! Since this was the only access to the road to Konglo, we crossed the small river by dugout canoe and saw that there was a truck-bus getting ready to leave. I had time to play and entertain the local kids and people around by pretending to be a charging bull in a bullfight - Papa was the matador. Soon we were off: all the ladies inside and Papa with some other guys and cargo on top. The road was very bad, i.e. extremely bumpy (going right through dried rice fields) and very dusty. But what a beautiful trip! Again, limestone cliffs and mountains all around us, friendly villages |
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where all the kids would come running to the truck, waving and yelling "sabaydee!" And the sunset in those circumstances was unforgettable. After 3 or 4 hours we, the 4 last passengers, finally arrived in Konglo and were welcomed by dozens of kids. It was quite a large village with about 150 houses, but without a guesthouse as it was not a usual night-stop for travelers. A man (village school teacher) took us under his wing and directed us to a large wooden house on stilts where we could spend the night. We entered, accompanied by at least 20 kids (!) and found a section to set up our beds. Dinner was very basic: sticky rice, veggies and fried fish. And everybody was still watching us, right until we got under our mosquito nets and fell asleep. That night we heard all sorts of noises: cats, mice or rats, dogs eating bones, roosters that couldn't sleep... |
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