Our aim after Chiang Mai was to head across to Laos. We asked around town and found a tour that looked like it would get us there safe and sound and paid up front. The following day we were picked up in a minivan full of travellers and we headed north to Chiang Kong - the border town across the Mekong from Huay Xay in Laos.
The 7 hour minibus ride was really just gearing us up for the following two days of slow boat travel. The countryside along the way from Chiang Mai was picturesque and changed from dense forest to green farming land. The minibus was hot and the sweaty japanese guy sleeping on my shoulder made for an even hotter bus trip. But after all - it was only day one and there were no complaints to be made.

Our guesthouse included in the payment was pretty cute and seemed to be the only nice place to stay in Chiang Kong. The mosquito nets made me feel like a fairy princess - but in reality were a saving grace from the gazillions of mosquitos that wanted to eat me.


We were worded up by the tour operator, then the driver of the mini van, then the guest house owner that we should stock up on food/water for the trip because there would be no access to either for the whole trip. We were advised by each that we should shop now as it was our last chance (consequently, there proved to be about 10 last chances to buy food/water along the way and even then, the boat itself had a bar and additionally we stopped at a few river towns along the way so young village kids could jump on and sell food and drinks to us tourists).
So, I headed the advice and went in search of food for the trip. Chips seemed like a fail safe option - although not this flavour. Mmmm - Seafood Mayonnaise - why didn't this flavour win the Smiths name challenge last year? (spew)

Big Sissa had the right idea and stocked up on Bananas (as well as Mangosteins and lychees - yum!)

We made some buddies with two lovely english nurses on their way to Australia, and their side kick from Scotland who was having a holiday for serving in Afghanistan. What better way to make buddies then to smash them in a few games of UNO. (by the way - how
do you say UNO. I call it 'you-know', whereas the english girls were calling it 'oo-no' - some clarification needed please). Additionally - my font in this post (Georgia font) is in honour of the lovely lass with whom I played many competitive games of UNO on a Victorian coast trip over easter. She steeled me for competitive UNO.

Here we go - the river crossing to the Laos border passport offices. We had sent our passports off the night before to get the requisite visas and had to pick them up the following morning on the Laos side of the Mekong. The collection of the passports reminded me of a trip to Morocco some years ago where the border guards held up passports to a glass window and threw them out to the crowd. This time the passports were held up to the glass window also - I was first offered an American girls passport, then finally found mine in the pile. Phew.


This is the start of the slow boat trip
before the Lao people got on the boat also. We all look pretty happy and don't mind the crammed conditions. The guy who took the picture managed to cut my head out of the picture but there was a smile there to begin with.

We sat up the front of the boat on a flat section (best.tip.ever!). The back was full of wooden seats which did not look particularly comfortable. At least up here we were able to stretch our legs a little although this required some careful negotiation with all other travellers around you - needless to say we got to know each other pretty quickly. Luckily we bought a cushion prior to boarding the boat or we would have had numb bums (or number bums) from sitting on the wooden floor of the boat for 8 hours.
We were originally told that the trip would be around 6 hours a day in the boat (this ended up being 8 hours on day 1 and 9 on day 2). We'd also read in an online forum about an Australian girl's recent hellish slow boat trip to Luang Prabang in Laos where the Mekong river was so low the boat stopped on the river banks and the passengers were told to sleep on the beach (with no communication as to what was happening and being leered at by locals while they tried to sleep) instead of being able to continue on to the accommodation they had booked and paid for in the village at the half way point (Pak Beng). Or alternatively, they could pay and additional 100Baht ($3.50) to sleep on the boat or 500 Baht ($16.00) to get a speed boat to Pak Beng. We had our fingers cross that this would not be repeated on our trip.

This was one of 3 comfortable positions - it involved hanging feet over the edge of the boat and negotiating with passengers on either side as only one two people could do this at the same time.


and there was UNO. of course.




I was a pretty happy girl to arrive in Pak Beng at the end of day 1. It was so nice to stretch my legs and have a wander around even if there were 30 touts all vying for us to stay at their guesthouse.
Overall day 1 had been a bit of fun - we got to meet lots of lovely people around us on the front of the boat, had chats, played UNO, slept a little, read books and dangled our feet in the river. Even if it did involve sitting in the one crammed spot for 8 hours - it was fun in an adventure kind of way.
We finished it off with some Laos whiskey (Whoa), some beers and chats with our new-found buddies.

Day two on the other hand - was a different story. It started out ok as I made a little buddy who kept me entertained for the first hour or two - but then I was happy to share him with the other travellers who had reserves of patience to play with a excitable 4 year old who nattered away for hours in Laos and played silly games.
However I didn't sleep very well the night before as we stayed in a very very basic guest house (think no flushing toilets but a bucket type arrangement, cold water showers, lights on generators and even then didn't work, sheets that looked like they hadn't been washed and friendly gecko lizards in every corner of the room) and I'd lost some of the enthusiasm for adventure from the previous day. Now it was just a matter of getting through the day and arriving at Luang Prabang. It seemed that most other travellers were in the same boat, so to speak, and the whole mood of the boat was sullen, agitated, restless and tired.
I was so happy once we arrived at the end of 9 hours, found our hotel who had cold drinks and lemongrass washer waiting for our arrival - ahhh - now this is more like it!