|
11 May – Nong Khai – Vientiane –
25 km
The train was very quiet, and we
slept well. By the time we woke, we were nearly in Nong Khai and only had time for a cup of coffee
before we arrived. Upon arrival in Nong Khai, we
discovered that the train carrying the bicycles was
going to be two hours late. It was not a train
smash, so to speak, and it gave us a few hours to
explore Nong Khai.
After a bowl of noodle soup, we
hopped on a tuk-tuk to visit Buddha Park. It is a
bizarre sculpture park built by a shaman over a
period of 20 years after he was exiled from his
native Laos, where he had made a similar park. The
park consists of an array of weird, gigantic
sculptures. Afterwards, Emiel had enough of all this
weird stuff and returned to the station while I went
in search of more unusual things. I found only the
Nong Thin Public Park, which claims to be the
largest park in the province.
Upon my return to the station, I
discovered that the bicycles had arrived, and we
could load up and cycle out of Thailand. In the
process, I also discovered a broken gear cable and
wondered if someone might have taken the bicycle for
a ride, as there were substantially more kilometres
on the clock than when we had left.
We checked out of Thailand and,
after purchasing a Lao visa at the border, we cycled
into Vientiane. It was hot, and we were happy to
reach the Mixok Guesthouse. Emiel went in search of
food, and I took the bicycle to the Lao Bike Shop to
replace the cable. That evening, we strolled along
the riverfront and ate at one of the restaurants
along the river. As always, the food was excellent,
albeit far too much for the two of us.
12 Mei - Vientiane
First thing in the morning, I
went for a lovely jog along the riverfront, always a
pleasure in Vientiane. On arrival back, I found Emiel was enjoying his breakfast. I had a very much
needed shower after which we went in
search of a Loa SIM card, a process that took longer than expected.
We also took a walk to the COPE visiting centre.
Since its creation in 1996, COPE has worked in close
partnership with Lao Ministry of Health
rehabilitation centres to provide physical
rehabilitation services. Thanks to COPE, thousands
of people with mobility-related disabilities,
including UXO survivors, have received prosthetic
and orthotic services free of charge, allowing them
to regain mobility and dignity.
Some statistics taken from their
website:
-
270 million - Estimated
number of sub-munitions (bombies) from cluster
bombs dropped over Lao PDR between 1964 and
1973.
-
2 million tons - Estimated
ordnance dropped on Lao PDR between 1964 and
1973.
-
580 000 - Estimated number of
bombing missions flown over Lao PDR between 1964
and 1973.
-
Between 10% and 30% -
Estimated failure rate of sub-munitions under
ideal conditions.
-
80 million - Estimated number
of sub-munitions that failed to explode.
-
1,090,228 -Estimated number
of unexploded sub-munitions destroyed by UXO LAO
from 1996 to December 2009.
-
40 - Estimated number of new
casualties from UXO incidents every year in Lao
PDR.
On that sad note, we left and
paid a visit to the Sisaket Temple, a 19th-century
Siamese-style temple housing thousands of small Buddhas. Built between 1810 and 1824, Sisaket is
believed to be Vientiane's oldest surviving temple.
It is a beautiful and relaxing place to stroll
about. It was still early, so we headed back to the
guesthouse, hopped on the bicycles and cycled out to
view a small remaining part of the old Vientiane
city wall, believed to have been constructed in the
16th-century. I was firmly under the impression that
I was the only person who knew about this bit of
history (LOL), but apparently, that was not the
case. On arrival, we found a small
exhibition/celebration. I was pleasantly surprised
to see food stalls and Lao ladies dressed in
traditional dress, as well as conventional
implements on display.
On our way back, we stopped at a
small supermarket, and on returning to the bicycles,
a found my bike had a flat tyre. Under normal
circumstances, this would be no problem, but on this
day, I had no spare tube or pump with me! Emiel
suggested we flag down a tuk-tuk, which was a
brilliant idea (I guess he feared I was going to say
we had to walk the bikes back). After quite a pricy
tuk-tuk ride (he saw us coming) and back at the
guesthouse, I discovered that the puncture was on
the rim side of the tube. Fortunately, “Lao Bike”
was only about 100 metres down the road, and they
very quickly fitted a new rim-tape.
After all that drama it was time
for a cold Beer Lao, and we took a walk along the
riverfront to find a suitable bar with a view of the
Mekong. Our rumbling stomachs soon drove us back to
the restaurant area, and although Emiel had his mind
set on the Japanese restaurant, I was more in favour
of the Indian food. I took advantage of his good
manners, and we ate Indian! Shame on me! I surmise
he is going to catch on to this very soon!
13 May Vientiane

The reason for hanging around
Vientiane was not only because it is a lovey and
relaxed city, but it was also so I could apply for a
Thailand visa. As it was the weekend, I had to wait
until Monday to hand in the application, and
usually, one can then collect it the next day. I
went for my usual morning jog, and then had
breakfast at our guesthouse with Emiel. We lazed
about, and that evening we strolled along the night
market and riverfront. As Emiel remarked, the town
comes alive after sunset. It is by far the most
pleasant time to be out, and we sat outside enjoying
a beer and solving the world's problems. Even if I
say so myself, I think we made quite a dent in it!
14 May – Vientiane
I was up early and cycled to the
Thailand Consulate to apply for my two-month Thai
visa, just to find that it was a public holiday! I
was gobsmacked; it was the start of
the planting
season, and it was the ploughing festival! There was
nothing I could do but return to the
guesthouse and
wait for the following day. I found this immensely
frustrating, but there was nothing I could do.
Instead, we decided to cycle along the Mekong River
for a few hours.
It was a lovely ride, and one
could hardly believe that we were only 20 kilometres
outside the city. We watched people peddling their
wares by boat and drank ice cold sugarcane juice
from a roadside stall, just the thing we needed in
the heat. The temperature average at around 34/35
degrees C, something that always sounds much cooler
when you are indoors. Even the flower offerings
being sold outside the temples looked wilted. We did
not intend on going very far, and soon it was time
to backtrack to our guesthouse.
15 May – Vientiane
It was “take two”, and off I went
to the Consulate to apply for the Thai visa. This
time they were clearly open as the queue was nearly
out the gate. The fun part of waiting in the queue
is that in no time at all you will start chatting to
the people in front and behind you. We were all in
the same boat, and if someone wanted to get water or
an application form, they would bring for everyone.
It took hours before we finally reached the front
where I, to the great delight of my new friends, was
told my photo was “too sexy”, and I had to have a
new one taken. I should have asked if I could have
that in writing.
By the time I left it was after
midday and already sweltering hot. I returned to the
guesthouse and spent the rest of the day in the
coolness of my air-con room. Poor Emiel must have
been bored out of his mind. Fortunately, he seemed
to have taken a liking to Vientiane. We went
shopping for a pair of sandals for him as he only
had flip-flops and they don’t make for very
comfortable cycling. After looking around, we
eventually found a pair that seemed suitable, but
the shop just had one shoe and could not find the
other one!
16 May - Vientiane
After breakfast, we cycled to the
Vientiane’s Arc de Triomphe, or Victory Monument. I
love the story behind it and that it was built with
cement donated by the USA intended for the
construction of a new airport, hence it is now
referred to as the “vertical runway”. If one climbs
to the top, there is a beautiful view over the city.
After that, we cycled to Pha That Luang, a
16th-century Buddhist stupa believed to have been
built on the remains of a 13th Khmer-century temple,
which in turn was built on a 3rd-century temple.
After midday, I cycled back to
the Thai consulate to collect my visa, a process
that once again took a few hours.
With visa in hand I returned to
the guesthouse, and by that time it was already time
for a beer. That evening we also met up with my
friend Christian and his lovely girlfriend for a
pizza, something I have not had in years. It must
have been a Belgium-owned restaurant as they had
quite a good selection of Belgium beers. It was a
lovely evening.
17 May - Vientiane - Thabok- 98
km
Finally, we cycled out of
Vientiane! It was an excellent day on the road as
we had a slight tailwind and it did not feel the
predicted 35˚C. It did not take us long to clear the
city limits, and soon we were in a more rural part
of Laos. Kids shouted “Sabaidee falang!” as we
slowly made our way in a southerly direction.
Although this is not the most
scenic part of Laos, I was happy to be on this
familiar road as we cycled past numerous temples,
rice fields, markets selling woven products, and the
odd broken-down truck. It is the beginning of the
rice planting season, and we watched subsistence
farmers under straw hats sowing rice seeds in small
fields next to their homes. We passed kids on
bicycles going to school and stalls selling small
fishes in plastic bags or individual tropical fish
in bottles. We passed a Buddhist funeral procession
walking down the road in the blazing heat, and it
appeared that people from the village joined in
along the way, as the procession steadily became
longer as they made their way to the crematorium.
Emiel did well on his first day,
and he set a fast pace, to such an extent that we
went past the village where we originally planned on
staying for the night and continued for another 20
kilometres to the small settlement of Thabok.
We found a lovely guesthouse with
spacious ground floor rooms and clean bedding,
always a bargain. The best part was that there was a
restaurant directly across the road for us to eat
and have a beer.
18 May – Thabok – Pakkading – 100
km
We left Thabok in the company of
two-wheeled tractors (for lack of a better word)
pulling homemade wooden carts, loaded with jovial
ladies in conical hats. The scenery became denser
and greener the further south we headed, and we
cycled across a multitude of rivers all flowing into
the mighty Mekong. Water buffalo, enjoying the
abundance of water, and canoes lined the shores. The
road followed the Mekong river, and from time to
time, we cycled flush with the river, and at times,
the road would run slightly inland only to return to
the river a few kilometres further. The road was
lined with stalls selling dried and smoked fish and
other exotic nibbles, all wrapped in banana leaves.
As I've said before, this is not
a very scenic part of Laos, but from time to time,
we would see the mountains in the distance, and it
was really quite lovely. Small children shouted the
code word “felang” (foreigner), and it seemed that
the entire village would come running along to wave
and shout “sabaidee” (hello). As soon as we stopped,
however, to take a photo, they would run for the
safety of their mother's apron. Others would stand
stock-still, allowing one to take a picture, and
then shyly retreated to their homes.
Temples and Buddha statues
abounded, as well as small roadside stalls where we
could get a coconut juice or barbequed duck. We
regularly stopped to fill up with water or to get
out of the blazing sun. We reached Pakkading in good
time and found a comfortable-enough room for the
night. We immediately headed for a cold beer, which
disappeared remarkably quickly.
19 May - Pakkading - Vieng Kham -
45 km
Although it was a short day on
the road, it was no less enjoyable. We left our
humble abode and cycled across the Pakkading River
via the Russian-built bridge that commemorates the
first person in space. Yuri Gagarin was a Soviet
pilot and cosmonaut and was the first human to
journey into outer space when his Vostok spacecraft
completed an orbit of the Earth on 12 April 1961.
What a brave man!
We stopped to see if we could
spot any truck drivers stopping to light a cigarette
before crossing the bridge and then tossing the lit
cigarette into the river below, to appease the water
serpent believed to live in the river mouth.
We shared the road with buses,
trucks, ladies pushing wooden carts to the market,
men driving 2-wheel tractors and kids (no older than
six-years-old) riding motorbikes - four up! Along
the way, we stopped for watermelon, which the lady
peeled and cut up for us, all for 5,000 LAK (about
$0.50). There is no shortage of food in Lao, and
once again we cycled past a multitude of roadside
stalls selling fruit and vegetables, as well as
homemade knives.
We made it a short day to give
Emiel's backside and knees a rest, and we found a
roadside guesthouse for 50,000 LAK a room; it was no
Taj Mahal, but it did us just fine for the night.
The interesting part is that in most of these
establishments the beds often have an unusual
placing as they believe that it is unlucky if the
door faces the bed. This room was no different, and
we found the beds facing inwards even though it was,
clearly, not the best place for it.
20 May - Vieng Kham - Hinboun – 53 km
Ordering food when you don’t
speak the language is always an interesting process.
This morning it was no different, and we received a
plate of rice with pork and two fried eggs, instead
of two plates of food. The mistake is quite
understandable as most people in Southeast Asia will
share food and it is somewhat unusual for people to
order their own plate of food. We, therefore,
received one plate of food with two sets of cutlery.
To their astonishment, we ordered another plate of
food!
Well fed, we ambled along across
large rivers, and I was pleasantly surprised to see
men on a boat cleaning up the river, not something
one sees in this part of the world very often. We
were in a very rural part of Laos, and it was not
unusual to see ladies tending the cattle or kids
driving goats to better feeding grounds. As has
become the norm, we cycled past modest Buddhist
temples and kids on bicycles who found it the
highlight of their day to give chase. They came
cycling past us at high speed until one lost a
flip-flop or a pedal comes off, to the great delight
of the other kids.
At times there were more trucks
and busses than we cared for, but fortunately, it
was a Sunday and the traffic reasonably quiet.
We found a roadside guesthouse
and relaxed during the heat of the day. After
sunset, we took a walk down the road to the local
restaurant where they served “Seendat” or Lao
Barbecue. Seendat is an interesting meal that you
cook yourself at your table. The table is fitted
with small fire pit, and the seendat pan is placed
over a bucket of hot coals. We were served:
Thin slivers of beef and pork,
eggs, and pork fat for greasing the pan
Leafy green vegetables such as
celery leaves, mint, Thai basil, lettuce and cabbage
Thin rice noodles
Clear broth for the soup
Peanut dipping sauce
Garlic, limes and chopped
chillies
When all these things arrive,
you:
Grease the grill with the pork
fat and grill the meat on it.
Pour some broth into the moat and
fill it with vegetables, noodles and eggs.
Customise your peanut dip with as
much garlic, lime juice and chillies as you want.
Eat and do the whole thing again!
21-22 May – Hinboun – Thahek – 53
km
We left, intending to have
breakfast along the way. We stopped at a rather
interesting roadside market that sold all kinds of
unusual animals. Emiel did not take well to the
enormous cockroaches, dried frogs, grilled
squirrels, and cut-up monitor lizards for sale. I
must admit that seeing those lizard feet on a plate
was somewhat uncomfortable.
Soon afterwards, we stopped for a
noodle soup, but by then, Emiel had lost his
appetite. The reason might not have been the lizard
feet, but also that the lady making the noodle soup
was cleaning a buffalo carcass at the same time! I
guess that was enough to put most people off their
food. In hindsight, I should have taken a picture of
that carcass!
We ambled along, keeping a
lookout for the “Great Wall of Lao”. This
kilometres-long Kamphaeng Nyak wall is actually a
geological phenomenon caused by fissures, but its
physical resemblance to a man-made structure has
given rise to Lao myths on its origin. “Based on
local legend, it is an animal trap built by ancient
people who had large bodies like giants and stood as
high as the sky.” Some say that it was built as a
defence system, and others say it was built as a way
to stem the flood waters from the Mekong.
Afterwards, we cycled into Thahek,
found a room, and had a rather interesting lunch of
Beer Lao and dim sum. I was rather impressed that
Emiel ate a “100-year old egg”. Despite the name
“smelly egg,” there was not much of a smell. The
taste was almost the same as a hard-boiled egg
except that there may have been a slight scent! The
fact that the egg was
black both inside and outside
may have been more off-putting to most.
The following day we spent a
well-deserved rest day in Thahek, not doing much
expect laundry and the usual eating and drinking.
Thahek is a lovely little village with a riverside
setting, crumbling old French colonial buildings and
quaint restaurant/coffee shops. It was a pleasure to
wander along the riverfront, watching men fish in
longtail boats on the Mekong River. We sipped our
coffee watching ladies peddling their woven ware
from shoulder poles, and we chatted to friendly
monks at the temple.
That evening we had supper on the
river bank while looking across the river to where
we could see Thailand’s lights reflecting on the
water. A storm came in, and we moved into the
restaurant where we waited until the worse blew
over.
23 May - Thahek – Savannakhet –
120 km
We loaded up the bikes and then
had breakfast at one of the riverfront restaurants
before heading out. The road was covered in small
mangoes that blew from the trees during the previous
night's storm. At first, the plan was to make it two
short days to Savannakhet by following the river
road.
It is a lovely ride along the
Mekong through small villages where people make
their
living from fishing and farming rice. We
passed interesting temples, ancient ruins and
markets, which were selling their meagre supplies of
woven rice baskets, bananas, and eggs. Most of the
people along the river live simple lives and live in
basic wooden houses on stilts where they keep their
animals under their homes. Most people are
subsistence farmers, and each house will have a
mango tree, banana plants, a boat for fishing,
chickens, goats and cattle as well as a small piece
of land for planting rice.
We dodged the potholes, chickens
and goats as we slowly made our way south. People in
this part of Laos are still unaccustomed to seeing
tourists and are eager for you to take pictures of
their children; it is very different from western
cities. Roadside restaurants were humble, corrugated
iron structures where meals were cooked on a one-pot
clay charcoal stove and slivers of meat were drying
in the sun, hanging from washing lines.
We passed a few guesthouses in
the morning, but by the time we started looking for
one, there were none to be had. There was nothing we
could do about the situation
but carry on to Savannakhet, making for quite a long day on the
road. We stopped as often as we could to fill up
with water and to enjoy the local fruit along the
way. From a wooden cart, farmers were selling the
fruit from the sugar palm, which they cut open for
us and then dug out the juicy jelly fruit inside.
On arrival in Savannakhet, we
found a guesthouse, had a cold beer, a shower, and
then took a walk to the night market.
24 May – Savannakhet
Another well-deserved rest day
after such a long day the previous day. We hardly
did anything but the usual eating and drinking.
|