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Saturday, November 25, 2017

362 Steps




Sign on the street for our boat company


Near Pak Ou Caves at the mouth of the Ou river on the Mekong, there are 2 religious caves containing many Buddha’s. The Tham Ting (lower cave) and the Tham Thung (upper cave) overlook the Mekong River. They are a group of two caves on the west side of the river, about two hours in a slow boat upstream from the centre of Luang Prabang.
Boats moored together

The caves are noted for their miniature Buddha sculptures. Thousand of very small and mostly damaged wooden Buddhists figures are laid out over the wall shelves. They take many different positions, including meditation, teaching, peace, rain, and reclining (nirvana).

Mekong Cows
Another early day to catch a long boat up the river. This time we have paid for a tour boat which is much, much cheaper. We have been told that there will only be 5 -7 people on the boat.

Fishing Boats
Once on the boat we meet Zack and Casper, 2 young men from Australia, who have just graduated from college. They are on an adventure before beginning their "real" lives. Zack has a job already, Casper is going on to Medical school. There is also Malcolm from Belgium, who is our age and traveling alone, as his wife still has to work. In addition there are 2 people of the oriental persuasion, who though we tried, cannot join into the conversation, due to language difficulites.

Dock at Whiskey Village

There is great conversation going up the river. The Australians are invited to couch surf at our house, if the ever make it to the USA. Roland and Monkey Man talk about a “boys holiday” as both have wives who still work.
More Temple Cats

Our boat captain is wizened, gnarled, missing teeth and wears a wide smile. His skin leather from the sun. He can speak some French, remembered from when he was a child and Laos was part of French Indochina and of course. some English. He tries to chat us up because tips are important in this part of the world. Mostly, we only understand his laugh.

Mountains on the river
The caves are a mob scene when we arrive, as they are one of the top things to do in LP. There is a dock for the big boats and another for the small boats. Getting off the boat is always a challenge; this dock is no different. We must pass thru 2 other boats to get to the bamboo dock, which is slowly sinking due to the number of tourists standing on it. Then crossing a 6-foot section of a half round, 10-inch-wide, log/plank, we finally jump on the deep mud of the banks and scamper onto the 12-inch-high steps in front of us. Whew!

Crowds getting on the vessels
Once there and looking up, I remember about the 362 stairs to the top.
Let me tell you something about staircases in SE Asia; none of them are standard. One can find stairs which are the standard rise (7 inches) but mostly it varies, step to step, staircase to staircase. The run of the stairs is no exception either. There are no precise measurements like the Egyptians or Mayans. One cannot take for granted where the next step will be. Also, these staircases are not well taken care of. Traveler beware.

More tiny Buddha's
Up we go. Women selling their wares sit at every landing, giving away to younger children toward the top. Tourists are bending over, panting, holding each other at each landing. An Indian woman and myself speak that we are glad that we are doing this before we are too, too old. I wonder if she knows CPR.

The upper Cave
Tham Ting (upper cave) is protected by an ornate wooden door. The vegetation at the top is dense, so there is not view of the Mekong below. Two crones guarded the doors, with flashlights for rent. Inside the cave is dank and humid. The floor is smooth from years of pilgrim’s feet. The ceiling is about 20 feet high. Surrounding us are shimmering gold Buddha’s of all shapes and sizes. There is no light here except for the tourists’ lanterns and the random flashing of camera's. The cave is not deep, but it is twisty. At the back, a raised stupa sits on a platform, surrounded by even more Buddha’s. It is said that there are more than 2000 statues inside. I believe that number.

A tiny Naga
Back out on the steps, we had father to go for the bottom cave, Tham Thung which is right above water level. More tourists are there, because it wasn’t such a schlep as the higher cave. Fighting the Chinese to enter the second cave, we paused only for a selfie-someone was going to die here, as the Chinese are a pushy bunch and pushy is dangerous in cave 50 feet above the ground.

 Workers make their own place to eat lunch at the cave
The remainder of our voyage along the Mekong, included a stop at Whiskey Village. The Laotians have been making bad, sweet whisky for generations. They attempt to make it better with the addition of a snake or scorpion or bug, pickled inside the bottle. Me, the known drinker in the crowd, declined a taste. Nope. Not gonna do it.

Upper Cave

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Find Your Own Fun




New bridge over the Nam Kan River
At the mouth of the Nam Kan River, where large rocks speed it’s flow into the mighty Mekong, the local’s who live across the river build a bamboo bridge at the beginning of dry season. There are 2 other bridges on this side of the river (where the airport is): one is only for foot traffic and motorcycles and the other for full sized vehicles. Wanting to see where the locals really live, we decide to take a hike across the new bridge and walk until we find the motorcycle bridge.

Here comes the beer!
The well-maintained steps to the river end at a strip of reeds that flank the high-water mark. Where the plant’s stop, the thick, packed mud slopes down to a set of roughly hacked stairs in the hard-packed mud. At the bottom, there is a mud flat-still wet and oozing.  A series of large bamboo pieces have been laid down, so as not to get your feet muddy. One must summon their inner cat to be nimble enough to cross and not fall. In the upcoming days the inner cat will be tested over and over.



Sometimes it about the journey
For tourists, the cost is 10000kat (about 1.50). There is a hut at the beginning of the bridge, which is a hive of activity when we arrive. There is a camera crew filming. As we begin our journey across, from the other bank come a series of men, lugging large boxes of beer, large speakers and on gentleman had a large cooked pigs head on a plate. I am glad the bridge is new and is the best it’s ever going to be, because there is much traffic.

Party at the river
Scampering up the other side, there is a rough looking bench under a tree perfect to witness the activities on the other side. We’re not sure if it was just a party for the bridge builders, a party for the official opening or just some locals having fun.  At any rate, by the time we had our long walk and returned home, they were still at it.
Lovely traditional homes
The other side was interesting as you could see the prosperity. Families were building nice CBS homes in the courtyards of the bamboo structures they have been living in for generations. There were lots of garages with cars and new Tuk-Trucks (bigger than a Tuk-tuck). Also, the locals were not as glad to see us cruising the streets. Other places, folks – especially kids, are very happy to say HI! (Mingalaba, Sah Wad Di, Sues Day and Sa Ba Di) as you pass by. Not here, not so much.
Looking good
The motorcycle bridge was scarier than the bamboo bridge. Very rickety with old, old lumber comprising the walkway. We met some kids on bikes in the middle. They had been real boys, spitting over the side into the river below. Monkey Man stopped to say hi and they were unimpressed until he too, spit over the side. We spent a few minutes bonding and spitting. Nice. 
To the left of the bridge is the pedestrian side.
Eventually we rented a Truck-Tuk to take us to Kuangsi WaterFalls, about 25kilometers from LP. We made sure to get up early, so as to beat the crowds and beat the heat. It has been unseasonably hot here. It should be a lovely upper 70’s to lower 80’s but for us, it’s been around 95 during the height of the day. Bummer. The cool weather was one of the reasons we picked LP.

A chicken guards the gate
At the Falls, there is a Sun-Bear rescue. The bears are hunted for their bile-which is said to have restorative powers. The bears had very nice enclosures in the forest with lots of areas where they could get away from the tourists. Part of the river had been diverted to run thru their habitat. None of those bears could have given a rat’s ass about the tourists walking thru. They played, scratched their ass, farted and slept. They had escaped the Bile Train.
This bear has no worries.
Further up the trail, we saw the beginning of the turquoise blue pools, made by the progression of the series of falls down the mountain. The color was unreal and reminded me of the pools of Palmukkale in Turkey. There is absolutely no way to capture the color of that water. There were 3 distinct pools, stepping down from each other. At the top of the trail, was the true prize- a giant falls. 
OMG- gorgeous!
A 30 minute walk along the river
What else could we do? We took pictures of other tourists with their camera’s and vice versa. Then we stopped at the very lovely café and had a Cappuccino in honor of Prima.
Look where we are!

Cap at the falls