Into
the Heart of Laos: Luang Prabang/Far North
The 4-6
hour drive from Vang Viang to Luang Prabang was nauseating and fascinating
all at once. As narrow Route 13 climbs through the northern hills,
the road drunkenly snakes across the mountainsides, making all of
us on the bus feel queasy. Reading a book is out of the question on
these hairpin curves, but it's no matter as we are easily distracted
and entertained by what's beyond the bus window. We are lost in an
endless sea of green mountains, passing tiny settlements where villagers
live incredibly primitive lives on the cold and windy cliffside, bathing
with buckets of well water and building tiny log fires for cooking.
In
Luang Prabang, we are brought back into city life,
though amazingly, village life continued even in the city. Rice
cakes, chilies, and seaweed dried in the sun on the newly paved
sidewalks. Young orange-robed monks serenely crossed the streets,
unaware of a few motorbikes whizzing past. Women hand-wrapped spring
rolls at street stalls next to trendy tourist cafes. This is the
beauty of Luang Prabang, the co-existence of modern and traditional
living, serenely nestled together in a lush valley where the Nam
Khan River joins the Mekong. We were easily drawn in to the sleepy
charm of Luang Prabang. Our homey guesthouse was full of interesting
travelers who quickly became our friends, and the place was run
by a fun, attentative Lao family who doted on and cooked for all
of us. The father would wait up for us travelers to return at midnight
after going out for dinner and drinks together. The nights were
surprisingly very chilly and we all wore silk knit scarves that
we'd bought in the town's Night Market, where the
gorgeous handicrafts made us backpackers wish that we had homes
to decorate. In the town's 'old city', we were romanced by Luang
Prabang's architecture - rows of French-Indochinese shophouses and
dazzling, ancient temples - which have earned the city a World
Heritage designation. No matter how many beautiful wats
(temples) we'd seen, the next was even more magnificent. From the
temple on top of Phou Si Hill, we admired the whole town from above,
and from the simple riverside cafes, we watched village and river
life up close. Aside from an afternoon at Kouang Si
waterfall outside of town, we were perfectly content to while away
the days in Luang Prabang City.
However,
we had one more stop in mind for our two week sample tour of Laos
- a tiny village called Muang Ngoi, which can only be reached by
boat. We first traveled by road for three hours, north to the town
of Nong Khiaw. By chance we ended up having our
own private mini-van for the trip, driven by a Laos man named Wan
Di, who became our friend and guide for the day. He made a few stops
to teach us about local plants, people and customs, and walked us
through a village that few foreigners have the chance to visit.
A retired algebra teacher and father of three grown children, Wan
Di had also been a monk three times in his life. From Nong Khiaw,
we piled into a low, wooden longboat for the hour ride to Muang
Ngoi, the boat motor just barely able to propel us upstream on the
scenic Nam Ou River. Bungalows on stilts signaled
our arrival to Muang Ngoi and once off the boat
and up the hill, we found ourselves in a village of only one dirt
lane, surrounded by dramatic jungle mountain scenery. Word had clearly
got around about his place, as wooden shack restaurants catered
to backpacker tastes and tourist bungalows lined the river. Yet,
it would still be hard for Muang Ngoi to feel touristy. The flimsy,
rustic bungalows - smack dab in the middle of all the village action
- contained nothing more than a hard bed and mosquito net, electricity
was only available from 6-8 pm each night, and we were awoken at
4:30 each morning by screeching roosters just outside our hut. We
could walk across the village in about four minutes, so it was the
kind of place where you relish doing nothing - laying in hammocks,
reading, eating flavourful local dishes cooked in campfire kitchens
and sitting on riverside bamboo decks to absorb the heat of the
day before the temperature plummeted at night. A lot of the time
we just watched the locals, the women giving each other perms in
the street, the men making bricks, little boys carrying their catch
of the day up from the river. Turkeys and chickens strutted in their
bamboo pens, puppies wrestled in the road, and pigs were tied up
and carried away on boats.
We've
heard people say that Laos is the place where the Thai go to learn
to slow down and the Vietnamese go to learn the art of doing nothing.
Our short journey in this country certainly reminded us about the
simple things in life and gave us a chance to slow down and appreciate
everything around us. Of course, it's not hard to appreciate your
surrounds in Laos, a beautiful country of beautiful people.
Traveler
Tips:
**If you want to take the longboat trip all the way between Luang
Prabang and Muang Ngoi, consider going mostly by road on the way
up, then taking the boat trip back as the river runs south and will
make your ride smoother and shorter - about 6 hours.
**Luang
Prabang and destinations further north get quite cold in the winter
months (around Dec/Jan), so bring appropriate clothing.
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