Central/Southern Laos & NE Cambodia

In Luang Probang, the first stop is the 5,000 kip (50 cent)plate of vegetarian buffet. After oversleeping my alarm, I found myself with an extra day in Luang Probang. I visited the Royal Palace, which offers some decent artwork and a French Colonial fusion with Lao decoration. The most interesting exhibit in the museum was actually the gifts given to the Lao royalty by various countries--opals and boomerangs from Australia, intricate carvings from China, etc...but the US gave a model of Sputnik and Apollo XIII..."yeah, we got to the moon first" it implied.

That evening, I participated in a cooking course in Luang Probang. I ended up making an amazing meal of sticky rice, luang probang chile sauce (mostly sweet, but amazingly good), panaing gai (a curry sort of dish), another type of curry, a vegetable with garlic sauce appetizer, and pork garb (the minced meat dish I described previously). Now that I have the recipes, you will have to experience my newfound exotic cooking skills. The only drawback of the course was that because I was the only student, they had pre-prepared a lot of the ingredients, so I was basically putting stuff in, but at least it was well explained what the ingredients were. I don't think I've ever been as full in my life as after this 5-course meal!

With over 30 monasteries, Luang Probabang seems to be a religious hotspot. There is a tradition in Luang Probang that the monks are fed by villagers as they walk to to the Wats each morning. I managed to get myself up the following morning to watch this and it was an event. The monks come with pots and villagers put rice and other goodies in the pots as they pass. I didn't participate because I hadn't figured out what offerings were appropriate and I didn't want to disrupt things by giving the wrong foods.

The rest of the day involved a long and tortuous bus ride to Veng Vieng, the party capitol of Laos. My plan had been to go tubing (foreigners come from all around the world for this experience...involving tractor tire inner tubes and many bars along the route). I planned to tube down the river without stopping at the bars, but since this is a daytime activity, my 4PM arrival was too late.

The next day, I took a kayak trip involving song-thau transport to Vientiane. The kayaking was outstanding. Limestone boulders lined the river channel and we tackled some seriously powerful class 2/3 whitewater at the lunch spot. Several kayakers were expelled from their ocean kayak vessels. While waiting for lunch, I swam through the rapids several times. After lunch, we cliff jumped at least 12 meters. I had to summon up the courage. I'm pretty sure it was the tallest cliff jump I'd ever done. The song-thau to Vientiane was painful...first the dust and then the smoking of the German travellers who were complaining vociferously about the dust (go figure).

As luck would have it, I arrived in Vientiane in time for the 3rd set of Federer-Nadal, but departed for my own 5-setter bus ride to Paxse. I had imagined that I'd take a sleeper bus (which puts you flat, but in very close proximity to the person next to you), but since I was late and bus was already pulling out as I arrived at the bus station, I just got into the bus. My first reaction was that there was no room on the bus, but I was shown to the back of the bus where 3 monks were seated and cargo was re-arranged to make room for my legs. Another man made room for himself next to me by moving some bags of rice into the isle. Next another person lay down on the rice bags. Finally, the rest of the isle was filled with small plastic chairs in which people sat. I quickly realized that I was stranded with no bathroom and I already had a tremendous need before the bus started going again. When nobody initially understood my problem, I resorted to nearly-lude jestures and the message got across. The bus driver pulled over and most people took advantage of the opportunity. I actually slept moderately well and by morning, the bus was only at U.S. "capacity." Daylight illuminated a starker countryside. Many of the trees had lost their leaves during these dry months and trees were widely spaced.

Apparently the only thing I'd learned from my first motorbike trip was that going with other people was "not a good idea" so this time I set out alone for the Bolaven plateau. I had very little information on the region. My first stop was phenomenal: a 100 meter high waterfall with a pool that enabled one to swim right up to the falling water. This was the first time I'd seen volcanic rock (basalt) in Lao. The remainder of my ride was rushed and the tremendous amount of slash-and-burn made the going tough on my eyes. At one point, I needed a screw driver to fix the basket on my motorbike and I ended up playing soccer with some Lao children before somebody helped me fix the bike.

The next day was on to Si Phan Don, where I was glad to be able to stop for a few days. These islands in the Mekong are paradise for the ultra-laid-back hippie backpackers because time is not really something that is considered, nearly any meal can be made "happy" (i.e. pot infused) for an extra $0.50, and bungaloes are cheap. Although I wasn't thrilled that my first lunch took 1.5 hours to serve and I wasn't into "happy" meals, I was really enjoying the islands. Don Dhet and Don Khon are both accessible by ferry from the mainland. Don Khon has a Niagara-style waterfall on its western periphery. I say "Niagara" because so much water comes through them even during the dry season. Don Khon also has a very nice bay on its southern side. The second day staying on Don Det, I realized that I would need potentially $35 at the border with Cambodia to get across and there are no ATM's on the islands. Thus, I started going bare bones on expenditures and started thinking about sticky rice only for lunch.

As luck would have it, I ended up befriending a local who was here (along with many other electrical engineers) to bring electricity in full force to these islands...a very recent development. I should mention that in spite of the new electricity, much of the islands are pitch black at night. These electricians were eating food...at first sticky rice, veggies, and a spicy chile sauce. The next course that came out was meat and dip. I tasted the meat and it reminded me of lamb. I asked what was and I was in complete dis-belief at the answer..."dog!" After pointing at the house dog (which will remain as such, not food), I finally realized that Cun meant what he said. The sauce was also somehow made out of dog. The dog meat tasted good, so I kept eating, and it was free protein. That night, I went to a "festival" with live music at the nearby Wat (yes, a party at the temple). The dancing style of the people was very laid-back and non-physical, a nice break from dancing scenes in the states.

Thankfully, the horror stories of overland border crossings to Cambodia in which significant bribes are necessary did not come to fruition. The border crossing was less money than anticipated and the unofficial, but required stamps required $1 each and were pocketed by the police officials, I'm pretty sure. After a long day of travel, I arrived in Kratie and made a bee-line for the Cambodian Rural Development Team (CRDT) office. They have a number of different projects going on, but I'd heard about a cycle to homestay program that somebody I'd het had done. She had gone all the way from Kratie to the Lao border by bicycle, but recommended that I just do the first leg from Kratie, since I would have to use a rental bike. Although warned that I would probably arrive after dark, the CRDT personel arranged the home-stay and I headed north along the Mekong as the sun drew toward the horizon. After about a third of the way to where I would have to take a boat, it was nearly dark and I reached a point where I had a view of the irrawady river dolphin (a semi-rare species). Here I was warned that I'd be riding a significant way in the dark. I pressed onwards on a bike with a fixed gear, seat adjusted for somebody too small for me, and no helmet. By about 7:30PM I made it to Sambour and met my courier. The homestay office in Samphin fed me dinner and took me to my homestay family. They ushered me into a beautiful little room, where I slept soundly. In the morning, I had a chance to "speak" using my Khmer cheat sheet. The family had 3 children, the daughter speaking he best English. I was the 6th person to do a home-stay with that family. I really liked them and have arranged for a water filter to be installed so that they don't have to use bottled water or boil drinking water. The CRDT office has a setup like this, whereby the pump takes water from the mekong and the filtration system purifies it (cost $15). This is the first time that I have felt like I've contributed a tangible positive to peoples lives and I think that I will save the family significant money and effort. Thus, I look forward to receiving an email with a photo of the family and installed water filter in the near future.

Today, I spent in a village even farther north where several project directors were trying to help the villagers use more agriculture and connect with the middle men and move away from reliance on the over-fished Mekong River (it's hard to catch large fish in this river these days). I sat watching an entire village including some children who were very attentive to the advice and organisational logistics provided by these project directors. Unfortunately, I could only understand the translations. In the afternoon, I journeyed back to Kratie and am here in town, writing this email. I'm heading to Siem Reap, tomorrow. Back to the tourist superhighway...after the peace and relaxation of small villages it might be a culture shock.