Bangkok

Everyone hears a lot about Bangkok. You never stop hearing about it, and I absolutely could not wait to romp around one of the world’s most famous cities. With our flexible schedule we were able to squeeze in an entire week in this infamous capital city, and I must say Bangkok exceeds my expectations. Although I live in San Francisco, one of the most liberal cities in the U.S., I still needed time to adjust to the most sexually liberal place in the world. Lady boys are everywhere, and I don’t mean scantily clad lady boy hookers waiting outside bars. Most lady boys I saw were store clerks who gave me change when buying bottled water from a convenient store, or just the average teenager browsing Facebook in the subway. It amazes me how the world’s most sexually liberal city resides in Southeast Asia, a region ingrained with biased gender roles and closed-minded moral obligations.

Covering 605 square miles with a population of over 8 million, it can be quite overwhelming when figuring out where to go, what to eat, and what to do in Bangkok. Fortunately, I have three separate friends who have lived in Bangkok for 1-2 years at different times, and their recommendations/planned itineraries were most beneficial.

Before I elaborate on our activities and tasty consumptions, I want to shed light on what makes this city so accessible for the diverse set of backpackers, tourists, expats, and locals:

1. Transportation. Taxis can be found everywhere and are incredibly cheap; there is no point hopping into a scam-cab with a driver who refuses to use the meter because there will always be another cab driver who will use the meter without hesitation. When traffic jams are at its peak, the MTS (underground subway) or BTS (sky train) are the next excellent options. There are tuk tuks for tourists who don’t mind getting ripped off, and there are inexpensive motorbike taxis used by locals and expats to travel short destinations during rush hour. Super cheap ferries act as a bus along the Chao Praya river in Bangkok, and there are plenty of canals and longboats that offer tours. The Chao Praya Express ferry is the #1 method of transportation to see the most visited temples, the Grand Palace, and river markets. And finally, the main train station in Hua Lumphong gets you the hell out of Bangkok to other provinces in Thailand. We arrived in Bangkok via railway on a sleeper train from Chumpon province, and we plan on departing Bangkok to Chaing Mai via sleeper train as well.

2. Food. Bangkok is an everyday street food market. Generally throughout Southeast Asia, there are food stalls scattered throughout, but no where near to the extent of Bangkok. With dozens of tasty street food stalls lining the streets selling snacks anywhere from 10 baht to 50 baht (30 cents to $1.50 USD), franchises such as Burger King, Cinnabon, and KFC in every mall, and Michelin star restaurants for those so inclined, there are meals for every hungry traveller. I found myself wishing I was hungry even when I was full so I could eat another skewered meat stick or mango sticky rice. The term “Bangkok belly” exists for a reason.

3. Shopping. When we arrived at our first market, I thought, HOLY SHIT! You’d say the same if I told you we went to Chatuchak Weekend Market, the largest market in Thailand with about 15,000 stalls. You can buy anything from normal fruits and vegetables and household appliances, to shoes and clothes (Western and Thai), to soaps and candles and pillows, to furniture and sculptures and paintings, to baby crocodiles and puppies and hedgehogs. Outside of Chatachuk there are myriads of other daytime and evening markets for those who love to bargain. In addition to markets, there are plenty of high-end shopping malls for those who love to splurge.

4. Pampering. I won’t do any of this here, but this info may be useful for those who plan to. Spas are quite famous in Bangkok, and you can get a cheap $10 massage or go all out and splurge on some of the world’s most reputable spas. Apparently movie theaters are also quite an experience since the service, picture and sound are top notch. And finally, health care here is phenomenal (probably due to all the plastic surgeries/gender modifications). This is the place to go for medical tourism.

5. Cultural excursions. In addition to the modern attractions of shopping, eating, and pampering, there are plenty of temples to visit (the main three being the Grand Palace, Wat Pho, and Wat Arun), and small floating markets hiding between narrow canals. In a city bursting with modernity, I did not expect to see much Southeast Asian flare, but to my satisfying surprise I saw plenty of orange-robed monks and traditional prayer.

Based on my observations from the mainland Southeast Asian countries of Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Malaysia, and Thailand, I can boldly state that Bangkok truly exemplifies the colorful fusion of Southeast Asian tradition and Western development and culture.

Now you can enjoy our photos of Bangkok!

 

Hua Lamphong Railway Station

Chris and I LOVE trains, especially overnight trains. Trains are cheaper than planes, you get to travel while you sleep, and you save $ on a hotel room–it’s a win-win-win situation! From Ko Tao, we took the 1.5 hour ferry ride to peninsular Thailand, where we took a 1 hour bus ride to the Chumpon train station. There are even showers at the train station for 10-20 baht (30-60 cents)! The sleeper train got us into Bangkok around 8:30am. IMG_4936 IMG_4941

At night, the seats are converted into “beds”: IMG_4942

And by day the beds are converted back to seats! 20140620_064930

The Hua Lumphong train station is pretty neat: 20140620_081818

 

Lumpini Park

I made an appointment at the U.S. Embassy to get more pages added to my passport as I was running out of pages. We decided to walk the 4 km to the embassy so we could explore Bangkok, and we ended up strolling through Lumpini Park, the largest and oldest park in the city. IMG_4944

After 2 hours at the embassy, my passport got fatter! 20140622_105310

 

Saphan Taksin BTS/Bang Rak District

There is a street food market nearby our hotel in the Bang Rak District. We stroll through it every time we walk to and from the Saphan Taksin BTS station, occasionally stopping for a fried chicken leg or stick of meat with sticky rice. 20140621_195943IMG_4976 IMG_4993

We’ll occasionally enjoy our tasty snacks on the street. =)IMG_4994

Although the locals enjoy fried roaches, spiders, worms, and grasshoppers, Chris and I prefer to just gawk at these “treats”:20140621_200356  IMG_4977

 

Chatachuk Weekend Market

Chatachuk market is absolutely incredible. Although this market is already considered large during the weekday, it expands even further on the weekend. We don’t even like shopping and we squandered two half days here on Saturday and Sunday getting lost in the labyrinth of stalls. We bought so much crap that we had to go to the post office and ship a large box back to my mom’s house in California. 20140622_141204IMG_4956IMG_4989

Food was amazing! There were large rambutan, mangosteen, and lychee stalls. 20140621_142819

I particularly fancied this mango sticky rice lady’s hat. IMG_4960

We also devoured homemade coconut ice cream served in a small coconut shell. Scraps of coconut were a nice surprise beneath the ice cream.IMG_4970 IMG_4969

This brilliant street-side restaurant only served one dish, and the chef prepared it well: Spanish seafood paella. A live DJ mixed fantastic beats as people gorged their yellow rice. This was the largest paella pan I’ve ever seen: 20140622_115612

 

Thong Lo – Sukhumvit Soi 38

A friend recommended this dinner-only food stall street of Sukhumvit Soi 38, right off of the Thong Lo BTS station. Although the street looks rather tame and underwhelming, the modest selection of food turned out to be remarkably memorable. 20140621_203705

Apparently the scrumptious meal of choice is the Thai style wonton noodle soup. Before we arrived, we both wondered, “How good can wonton soup be?” And behold–we were blown away! We’ve already eaten the wonton noodle soup twice, and we continue to reminisce about the flavorful broth with slices of BBQ pork.20140621_204047 IMG_4980

Fortunately, my brother Tim ended up being in Bangkok for the exact duration we were there! We took him here and even he marveled at how delicious this soup was.  20140623_203054

Each time we emptied our wonton noodle soup bowls, we topped our bellies off with the traditional Thai dessert of mango sticky rice with coconut milk. The mango sticky rice in Sukhumvit Soi 38 is allegedly the best mango sticky rice in Bangkok based on the sweet ripeness of the mango, the flavorful sticky rice, and perfectly textured homemade coconut milk sauce. IMG_498120140623_205010

 

State Tower Sky Bar

Prior to enjoying our amazingly delicious and inexpensive dinner in Sukhumvit Soi 38, we met Tim at the Sky Bar at Lebua State Tower to watch the sunset. Situated on the 64th floor, the Sky Bar prides itself with the most stunning views of Bangkok. Despite the exorbitant prices of $10 per beer, the panoramic views were dramatic enough to make the price worth it.

Here are 3 shots of the same view from different times: pre-sunset, sunset, and evening.20140623_18362420140623_185023_2IMG_5022

Some shots of us:20140623_18313220140623_18403520140623_184346

The dome: 20140623_18333420140623_185734IMG_5021

Definitely worth the visit!

 

Chao Praya River (and Temples)

An entire day can be spent on the river thanks to the Chao Praya Express. We walked to the ferry station and within minutes we were on the ferry!IMG_4995 IMG_5009

You simply get on the ferry and pay the guy who walks around collecting fees. Prices range anywhere from 5-20 baht (15-60 cents, depending on where you go).20140623_093559 20140623_093646 IMG_4996

Our first stop was Wang Lang market, a busy market popular with locals. We were pretty shopped-out thanks to Chatachuk, but we enjoyed our brunch and lunch here. IMG_4998

Just a few minutes north of Wang Lang market is the Siriraj Medical Museum. Photography is forbidden here, so I unfortunately do not have pictures to share. This museum showcases fetuses and unborn dysfunctional babies, cancers and sicknesses in organs and limbs, executed bodies of convicted murderers, preserved organs, skeletons and bones of fatally-wounded citizens, amongst others. There was a whole department on forensic pathology (think bloated bodies and infected limbs), and a department on parasites (think worms and mosquitos). In the parasites department there was an enormous jar preserving the scrotum of a man diagnosed with elephantiasis. This museum was horrifyingly fascinating for someone like me, who knows nothing of biology and human development.

After the brief educational hour at the museum, we got our temple on. South of Wang Lang market is Wat Arun, known for its ornamental spires and lovely views of Bangkok. 20140623_094806IMG_4999 IMG_5002 20140623_132725

I had to rent a cloak to cover my shoulders. Apparently it’s okay for men (not women) to wear sleeveless shirts at religious sites. 20140623_132357 20140623_132551

Views from the top: IMG_5001 20140623_133343

Wat Pho, one of the largest and oldest temples in Bangkok, is literally on the other side of the river from Wat Arun. This temple houses more than a thousand Buddha images and exhibits the largest reclining Buddha in the world.  20140623_143304IMG_5007 IMG_5006 IMG_500520140623_14061920140623_141204

Adjacent to Wat Pho is the notorious Grand Palace. This place is HUGE and is enclosed within tall, white castellated walls that spans a total of 1,910 meters (over a mile). To walk around the palace from the outside takes about 20-30 minutes. As soon as we arrived, we were approached by a deceptively helpful tour guide. He eagerly told us that the Grand Palace was currently closed due to a special Buddhist prayer and would reopen at 2pm (it was 12:30 at the time), handed us a FREE map (oh boy!), told us that the nearby Happy Buddha statue and White Buddha statue was FREE for today only, and his tuk-tuk could take us there for a special rate of only 40 baht! I wanted an official Grand Palace ticket seller to tell me that directly, so we thanked him and told him we would just walk. As we walked, plenty of other tour guides told us the same thing. Random locals also told us that we needed to buy sarongs to cover up our shoulders/legs. We walked around the palace, found the entrance, paid the entrance fee, rented free sarongs, and were in!

There were a number of temples, stupas, statues, pavilions, courtyards, murals depicting religious tales, small museums, and the Grand Palace itself. One can easily spend anywhere from 1-3 hours here.

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Skydiving

Thailand is the only Southeast Asian country that offers skydiving, so we had to get our fix while we were in Bangkok. After all, it’s been over 3 months! The nearest drop zone to Bangkok is Thai Sky Adventures, located in the Sri Racha district near Pattaya, about a 2 hour drive south. Extensive research on our public transportation options led us to our decision of hiring a private car and driver. Weather looked a bit iffy, but we lucked out and were able to skydive. Renting gear is expensive at ~2,000 baht (~$60) per jump, so we only made a couple jumps.

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The Red Light District

I cannot write about Bangkok without including a post about the sex scene. Any curious backpacker or traveler can’t really go to Bangkok without a quick stop (or long, depending on the type of traveler) to the notorious Red Light District. They say prostitution is illegal, but that’s total bullshit. Hooker bars simply pay the police a bribe to look the other way. There are three known neighborhoods: Soi Cowboy, Nana, and Patpong. Patpong is the shittier of the three, but we went for it since it was only a 20 minute walk from our hotel. Unlike the other neighborhoods, Patpong did not present half-nude shows or soapy massages, but we were approached more than once by locals offering sex shows, which we politely declined.

We’re a tame bunch so we only saw two things in Patpong: a go-go hooker bar and a terrible, fake ping pong show. I write this not to focus on the forsaken lives these young girls endure, but merely the ridiculousness of it all.

We were drawn to this hooker bar because they had draft beer all night for only 50 baht ($1.50). All the girls on the stage were anywhere from 16-21. Few were having fun, but most looked bored and miserable. The madames who worked the floor were old enough to be the girls’ mothers, and they served beer and brought customers the girl of choice from the stage. Seated around the stage were plenty of traveling couples like Chris and I. Scattered here and there were a handful of single Western locals having a good time, smiling, bobbing to the loud music, eyes glued on the girls. Some were old enough to be their dads. You can apparently pay the bar a fee to take a girl out, and from there, you negotiate prices/services with the girl.

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In the small streets of Patpong, you literally hear every second, “Ping pong show?” Chris and I thought, “We’re in Bangkok. Why the hell not? Let’s see what the hell this is all about.”

300 baht (~$9) covers admission and a beer, but that doesn’t stop relentless women shoving a bucket in your face, demanding a tip for nothing noteworthy. When we sat down two women in lingerie sat close to Chris and kept saying something we couldn’t comprehend and we shooed them away. Let’s just say we were grateful to be in each other’s company. On the stage were 3 women: 1 tall, attractive woman who looked incredibly bored and miserable, simply stepping from side to side behind a pole; 1 short, chubby, miserable woman who was probably pregnant; and 1 old bored-looking woman in her 50s, who was pouring candle wax across her collarbone as we entered the bar.

During the show, we watched the chubby girl use her vagina to blow a whistle and honk a horn. We also watched the old woman insert a straw in her vagina and use her sucking ability to pick up some glow rings and pile them onto a bottle. And finally, the chubby girl returned to the stage, clasped a bottle opener somewhere in her vagina, and opened a bottle of some beverage (hopefully), spraying us both. We left immediately after that.

Let’s just say our show wasn’t as exciting as I expected. It was fascinatingly awful and something we would never see again, but definitely an experience I will never forget.

 

We are off to Chiang Mai after Bangkok. With so much to do, see, and eat, I can easily say I would return if I had the opportunity, but I’d skip Patpong next time. I will, however, not miss walking around the streets of Bangkok hand in hand with Chris with everyone’s eyes (both locals and tourists) centered on me, evaluating whether or not I’m a hooker even though I’m dressed in flip flops and athletic wear.

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Ko Tao – Scuba Heaven

There is nothing Thai about Ko Tao, the tiny 21 km² island in the Gulf of Thailand. The main road runs about 5 km long and hugs Sairee Beach, the longest beach on the island that runs a short 1.7 kilometers. You basically go to Ko Tao for the following reasons:

1. Scuba dive.
2. Hang out on the beach.
3. Drink, party, and/or pub crawl with the Brits and Aussies at any of the numerous bars.IMG_4934 IMG_4935 IMG_4929

During our first night we enjoyed drinks at a beach bar and watched in awe at the local fire dancers. Our favorite show involved a young Thai man poi dancing on a floating board that bobbed against the waves close to shore.IMG_4925

Fire limbo was also entertaining to watch. Fortunately no one was drunk enough to seriously hurt themselves.IMG_4928

We spent our three days in Ko Tao scuba diving, scuba diving, and scuba diving. Scuba shops are competitive, with an average rate of 700-800 baht (~$22-25 USD) per drive–probably the cheapest place in the world where you can get certified and dive.

Every day was spent on a boat.20140615_084159 20140615_084331 20140618_07281920140619_161619

If the tide was high enough, we would just cross the street (from our bungalow scuba resort), walk across the fine white sands, and hop onto a boat taxi. Early morning dives were the best, starting at around 7am.20140618_180908

During our stay, water temps in the Gulf of Thailand averaged 30ºC, with visibility ranging from 8-15m. Although we did not see a whale shark, we saw plenty of cool sea life.DCIM104GOPRO DCIM104GOPRO DCIM104GOPRO DCIM104GOPRO

Chris even encountered a weedy filefish, a cool little guy who wasn’t shy and is apparently quite rare.DCIM104GOPRO

Just messin’ around. DCIM104GOPRO DCIM104GOPRO

Not only did we swim with fish, we scoped out a cool shipwreck. DCIM104GOPRODCIM104GOPRO DCIM104GOPRO DCIM104GOPRO

After our first dives, we arrived at the pier just in time to catch a storm. Our open-air flatbed truck taxi made the day even better.DCIM104GOPRODCIM104GOPRO

Our favorite dive was perhaps our first night dive! We geared up at sunset and descended at twilight. 20140618_18393720140618_18392420140618_194728

After spending 6 days in Ko Phangan and 4 days in Ko Tao, I could not wait to get out. Beaches and scuba diving are fun, but paradise is a luxury empty of culture and valuable life-enhancing challenges. As many of you know, I’m pretty terrible at relaxing.

Next up…Bangkok!

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Ko Phangan and the Full Moon Party

The other reason why we hastily left Cambodia was because we planned on attending Thailand’s world famous Full Moon Party. While we were in Siem Reap, Chris looked up the full moon party dates. June 12th marked the next party, which was only 7 days away from the time we started our research.

“How far is it from Bangkok?” I asked.

“Um….it’s on an island,” Chris replied.

After our bike tour to Beng Melea on Sunday, we loaded onto a large bus Monday morning (from a reputable tour company) and made our way to Bangkok without any issues, thankfully unlike our journey from Laos to Cambodia one week prior.  We arrived late afternoon Monday and had just the right amount of time to eat dinner, get new SIM cards, check into our hotel near the airport, and sleep. Early Tuesday morning, we caught a 1-hour flight out of Bangkok at 6:00am to Nakhon Si Thammarat in Southern Thailand, where we took a 1 hour shuttle to Donsak Pier. From there, we took a 1 hour ferry ride to Ko Phangan, our final destination. We arrived at Thong Sala, Ko Phangan around noon.

Ko Phangan from the sky in the early morning: wpid-20140610_064851_android.jpg

Throughout the journey young party goers were easily spotted at the airport, shuttle, and ferry. It was obvious who was going to the Full Moon Party. Like the rest of the party goers, we sardined ourselves into vans and made our way to Haad Rin, the most touristy area of Ko Phangan and home of the Full Moon Party.

It is said that the best way to find cheap accommodation on any of these little islands is to just show up. Any previous booking can cost up to 30% more, so…we just showed up! Within minutes of stepping foot into Haad Rin, a woman approached us with a flier, offering us a discount due to the low season. This was also the first Full Moon Party since the military coup, and Chris and I assumed there would be fewer tourists. Our home for the next 4 nights in Haad Rin was perfect: a secluded AC bungalow tucked away in the quiet hills, just a short walk away from the party, with a beautiful pool boasting views of the beach, all for 600 Baht ($18 USD) per night!IMG_486020140614_104055

Before the Full Moon Party on Thursday night, we spent our time exploring the many secluded beaches on the tiny island of Ko Phangan.IMG_4865 wpid-wp-1402832360333.jpeg20140612_135442 20140612_140306

Traditionally, the pre-party that almost everyone attends before the Full Moon Party is Jungle Experience, a party in “the jungle” that lasts through the night and on into sunrise. I kept in touch with a young British couple, Jess and Josh, whom we met in Cat Ba and reunited with at Jungle Experience. We kept it tame this night in order to preserve our energy for the main party the next day, so we only stayed until 1:30am. wpid-20140611_225643.jpgIMG_4874IMG_4875

On Thursday, the night of the Full Moon Party, Chris and I relaxed on the beach and took a nap before heading out. By 10pm, the streets were filled with people shopping for last minute party attire and supplies.

Vendors offering neon face and body painting services lined the sidewalks.  IMG_4883 IMG_4884

Neon party hats, clothes, jewelry, accessories–you name it, they’ve got it!IMG_4881

Buckets of alcohol and mixers were spread apart every couple meters. 20140612_224255

Alcohol buckets with crude English along the beach: wpid-20140610_231202_android.jpg wpid-20140610_231239_android.jpg

We met with Jess and Josh around 10:30pm, snapped a group picture before the night could destroy our party faces, and ventured out to the famous Full Moon Party.20140612_224241

It was still a bit early (before 11pm). Remember, this party goes until sunrise, with after parties that run until noon the next day for the youngsters who still have gas to keep their motors running. Already the beach was packed. IMG-20140612-WA0005 IMG_4892 20140612_23055820140613_000620

I regret not taking photos of the ones who couldn’t pace themselves. There were passed-put partiers sprawled all over the beach, and kiddos on all fours, hunched over and puking into the sand before 11pm! HA!

There was a sleep area (humiliation area). This is what it looked like before 11pm: 20140612_225837

This is the same sleep area around 2:30am: 20140613_024848

By 3am, Chris and I were done with the beach and headed over to Eden, one of the most famous party bars in all of Thailand, accessible only by taxi boat. As we waited to depart, we gazed at the surreal Full Moon Party taking place before us on the beach.20140613_032018

We discovered Eden only two days before by word of mouth. As soon as we stepped onto the taxi boat two days before in the dark night, it began to rain. That did not stop the taxi boat from continuing the quick 10 minute ride. As we crossed the waters, thunder and lightning boomed above our heads, rain poured down, and the headwind strongly blew. It was pitch black with scarce moments of thunder that illuminated the pirate-figure of our Thai taxi boat driver, who stood confidently and steadily in the rear as he navigated the deafeningly loud boat. His long strands of dark hair that managed to escape his tattered bandana tossed wildly in the wind, and I couldn’t help but recall scenes from Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean. The journey to Eden is part of the whole experience.

However, the night of the Full Moon Party thankfully did not bring us rain. Our taxi boat out to Eden was uneventful but still enjoyable, and we quickly strolled through the beach, rickety wooden bridges, and boulders to make our way to Eden.

The dance floor was full, and hammocks lined the perimeter of the dance floor. 20140613_045706

We happily danced and lounged, and the next thing we knew, the sky began to brighten in preparation for a new day.IMG_4897

I felt my old, fatigued body exclaim, “YAY! You made it ’til sunrise! Time to go to bed!” So that’s what we did. We left Eden and I turned around to see Eden for the first time in the light. 20140613_060644

We staggered back across the boulders, rickety bridge, and sandy beach to the line of taxi boats that apparently run all through the night.IMG_4902 IMG_4903

There was still some energy on the boat as we hurried our way back to Haad Rin.IMG_4910

And of course, back on Haad Rin at 6:30am, the Full Moon Party raged on.IMG_4912

Chris and I were in bed by 7am and spent the next couple of days recovering. It was actually a relief to leave Haad Rin to escape the madness (after parties continued, and when the Full Moon Party isn’t happening, there is the Half Moon and Black Moon parties as well). We spent our final days on Ko Phangan in the far northern fishing village of Chaloklum, where the beach is calm and soothing.20140614_130044 20140614_174548

Our next destination is Ko Tao, an even tinier island famous for scuba diving, only a 1 hour ferry ride north of Ko Phangan. I didn’t even know what the Full Moon Party was about before leaving California, and we only decided to go the week before. Like this entire trip, the Full Moon Party was a last minute excursion that brought more delight that we could have imagined.

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Angkor

People only come to Siem Reap for one reason: the wats, known as the Angkor Archeological Complex. Tickets are expensive by SE Asian standards—a 1-day pass is $20, a 3-day pass is $40, and a 7-day pass is $70. We opted for the 3-day pass.

We came during the low season, which has its pros and cons. The low season entails a fraction of the crowd typically swarming the temples during the high season, making it less likely to see or start a tourist brawl.  However the low season takes place during the miserably hot and dry months from March-May or the monsoon season from June-September. Because it was the early rainy season of June, we endured painfully hot and sticky mornings followed by cooler rainfall in the late afternoon.

In order to comfortably exhibit the incredibly large complex, we hired an air-conditioned car with guide for 2 days. The AC was a savior between temples! Our first day was jam-packed with so many temples; I can’t even remember them all. We started at 8am and ended with sunset on Phnom Bakheng, which sits atop a hill with views of Siem Reap. Our tour for day 1 finished around 7:30pm—almost 12 hours of wats in the heat!

Below are pictures that showcase some of the incredible temples from our first day:

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Again, I was thankful that it was the low season so we did not have to endure crowds of this magnitude. And we all know Asian tourists are the worst!

The BayonIMG_4738IMG_4736 IMG_4732IMG_4749

Ta SomIMG_4760 IMG_4761

A random wall and giant tree:IMG_4747

Some more temples (I forgot their names)IMG_4742 IMG_4755 IMG_4769 IMG_4772DCIM104GOPRO

For sunset, we walked to Phnom Bakheng, a temple on top of a hill within the complex.  On the way up, we saw Angkor Wat:IMG_5012

Views (and the fair-sized crowd) from Phnom Bakheng:DCIM104GOPRO IMG_4781

We ended late on our first day, and started early on our second day for sunrise at Angkor Wat. A woman standing next to us told us that there were 10x more tourists during the high season in November. Another friend told me when he came in November he wanted to punch a tourist who attempted to crawl under his tripod. Needless to say, there was still a crowd of tourists, but nothing to this degree.IMG_4783 DCIM104GOPROIMG_4791 IMG_4799

We checked out Pre Rup after Angkor Wat: 20140606_091950_Android

More than one friend suggested we venture out of Siem Reap to explore Beng Melea, a temple half ruined by jungle and half ruined by war.  Because it is located 70 km outside of the city, our only way to get there was by car ($60!) or…*drum roll*…bike ride! I considered renting bicycles and riding to Beng Melea on our own, but reality hit me, reminding me that we were in a corrupt foreign country without any proper cycling gear or tools. I’m glad I found a couple cycling tour companies that offered this excursion. On our last full day in Siem Reap, we rented mountain bikes, a cycling guide, and a SAG (Support And Gear) vehicle and driver, which was a tuk-tuk!  Our English-speaking guide led us out of Siem Reap to Beng Melea, taking short cuts through remote villages, which cut the distance from 70 km to 56 km. The ride was hot and extremely dusty, as showcased by our legs coated with red dirt. Fortunately, SAG followed closely behind us the whole way and provided ice-cold water between breaks (and a blocker from some traffic).20140608_100240_Android DCIM104GOPRODCIM104GOPRO

Since Beng Melea is not part of the Angkor Archeological Complex, it is not frequented much by tourists. The natural beauty of the ruins is pure since there has not been an attempt to restore it (yet). When our guide first explored Beng Melea in 2008, he could not venture off the causeways because there were still landmines everywhere left by the Khmer Rouge. Thankfully now all the landmines have been removed, and anyone can stroll and climb where they please. 20140608_112501_Android 20140608_120001_Android IMG_4840

We were told by many travelers to skip Phnom Penh. Based on our experience getting into Cambodia and the limited activities in Siem Reap, we opted to go to Thailand after only 5 full days. I have mixed feelings about Cambodia. It is called Scambodia for a reason. Southeast Asian cities have a share of scams, but not to the extent of Siem Reap:

–       Getting into Cambodia via land border is typically a nightmarish experience. Even when our friends Dina and Eric attempted to get into Cambodia from Laos with their motorbikes, the border officials would only grant them entry if they could buy their motorbikes for $200 USD and sell them back for $500 USD. “This is not my problem. This is YOUR problem,” the border patrol officer haughtily told them.

–       Unlike major cities in the neighboring countries of Vietnam, Laos, and Thailand, motorbikes cannot be rented to tourists in Siem Reap. Although it is said tourists can rent motorbikes outside of Siem Reap and ride them in, the police will still find a way to stop and fine them for hundreds of dollars. “Tourists cause too many accidents,” is the lame excuse. Funny, because Bangkok, Hanoi, and Ho Chi Minh City are exponentially more crowded, but foreigners can still rent motorbikes there.

–       The problem with prohibiting tourists from renting motorbikes leads to the next issue. There are no metered cabs in Siem Reap, so the only methods of quick transportation are rented bicycles (too hot) and tuk-tuks (incredibly expensive). The tuk-tuk mafia is prevalent in Siem Reap, and their prices are insanely inflated at $2 per person to just travel 3-4km. The 7 km ride into Angkor Wat starts at $10, and if you want to see another nearby temple, the cost jumps to $15. This is absolutely insane considering a 12 km cab ride in Bangkok or Hanoi costs about $4.

–       Other than the massage parlors, shopping markets, shows, and hotels catered to Westerners, there really isn’t much else to see or do in Siem Reap except for some nearby floating villages or Phnom Kulen waterfalls.  Research on the floating village and waterfall further turned me off.

–       The floating village is apparently a huge tourist trap. Hundreds of tourists who don’t do their research get sucked in by travel agencies and tour guides. Apparently the villagers pretend to be extremely poor. After being guilt tripped into buying insanely marked up cheap souvenirs or drinks, guides pressure tourists to donate $10-$20 “for rice for the children.” When tourists do not donate or donate less than the suggested amount, their tour guides aggressively yell at them. Tourists are also taken to restaurants that charge 5x the regular price, and the guides demand a tip when the scam tour is over.

–       Vietnam and Thailand have beaches, and Laos has rivers and tens of waterfalls, all which are easily accessible and are either free or have a $1-$2 entry fee. There are no beaches or swimmable lakes within the vicinity of Siem Reap, so the only option for cooling off in a body of water is the waterfall in Phnom Kulen National Park. Only a hired vehicle can take tourists there (for $40-$60) since motorbikes cannot be rented, and in addition to that, admission is $20 per person! For a single, freakin’ waterfall! Had Chris and I gone, that would have cost us at least $80, excluding lunch and tips, which is downright ROBBERY. Based on my reading, it seemed as if those who thoroughly enjoyed the waterfall are people who have no other waterfall in Southeast Asia to compare it with.

–       For some reason, although there are orphans everywhere in the world, Westerners are drawn to orphanages in Cambodia (thanks Angelina Jolie!). Cambodians have picked up on this and some have created fake orphanages. Parents “lend” their children to these fake orphanages to obtain money from good-hearted tourists. Fortunately people are now more aware of the scams, but the fact that there are scams to this degree raise a flag for me.

–       There is a “baby milk” scam, which one of the backpackers from our bus fell victim to. Poor begging mothers lurk the touristy Pub Street with babies (I assume there is a baby rental center… haha just kidding … I hope), asking tourists to buy milk or food for their baby. Apparently they then resell the food or milk back to the store for half the price.

Tourism in Siem Reap is rigged toward the dependent traveler. Tourists from all around the world who have only 1 or 2 weeks to travel will love an expensive 5-star package with accommodation, bus tours with flag-waving leaders in air-conditioned buses, massages, shows, and Pub Street.  Siem Reap caters to those travelers. Independent backpackers are limited to the freedom-suffocating laws of Siem Reap that no other Southeast Asian city has. If you are the independent traveler who wants to avoid the Disneyland-like experience in Siem Reap, come during the low season, only if it is convenient (if you are already in Southeast Asia). We were already near Cambodia so we decided to drop by, and it was worth the effort; we would not have flown out from California JUST to see the wats. We enjoyed Siem Reap, but we won’t be missing it.

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Scambodia

There is no pleasant way to cross the border by land into Cambodia. I’ve heard and read so many bad stories of scams, so I figured purchasing slightly more expensive bus tickets from a Western-run business would guarantee a smooth journey. Nope. Here is the letter I wrote below to that company:

Hello,

A couple of friends and I purchased VIP minivan bus tickets from Adam’s Bar in Don Det to Siem Reap. We were told that the price was a bit higher ($40) because there would be WIFI and only 10 passengers per van, making it a more pleasurable journey. Unfortunately, here is what happened during our journey on Tuesday, June 3rd:

– There were 15 people uncomfortably crammed into a small, beat-up van. Our luggage was stored beneath our feet, so there was no leg room. Everyone was lined shoulder to shoulder and had to shift every now and then due to cramps and numbness.
– Once on the Cambodian side, a surly English-speaking man told us that we had to pay $2 USD each to take a ferry to cross a river. When we told him we paid $40 for transportation all the way to Siem Reap, he told us, “That’s fine. You don’t have to cross the river.”
– After being forced to pay him $2, we got on a ferry and asked locals how much they paid. A nice woman told us about 4,000 riel, which is $1 USD.
– We planned to confront the man after we got off the ferry, but he was nowhere to be found, even though he said he was going to accompany us to the other side. He had disappeared.
– All 15 of us didn’t really know where to go after crossing the ferry, but two men in a really shitty beat-up van waved us down from a distance. They told us we were going to Siem Reap.
– We loaded all our gear into the van. Without any explanation, they made us wait around for 30 minutes. Finally we asked the men when we were leaving. One of the men handed me his cell phone. I took the phone and ended up speaking with the man who took our money at the ferry. He told me we had to wait another 30 minutes because the van did not have any gas. I asked him if he was coming back and he told me yes.
– We finally got gas. The man of course did not show up. We were at the ferry for about 1.5 hours before finally heading to Siem Reap.
– There was no WIFI in the van.
– During the uncomfortable 5 hour ride or so from the ferry to Siem Reap, we all got hungry. We passed numerous food stands, and the driver finally took a break about 45 minutes out of Siem Reap, but in the middle of the woods away from any villages or vendors.
– We were all dropped off several kilometers outside of Siem Reap in a small alley, where a number of scam-hungry tuk tuks were waiting for us. Since it was night, it was pitch dark, and having to deal with the tuk tuk drivers after the unpleasant journey ended up being a game no one wanted to play.

The experience would have been fine if we were not expecting a pleasurable experience at a higher cost. There was definitely not wifi, we were crammed in a van, we were scammed by being forced to pay a ferry fee, we were lied to constantly by the man who “escorted” us to the ferry, and we were not taken directly into Siem Reap. I just wanted to let you know that if you negotiated a deal with a Cambodian tour company for “VIP service” for your customers, you are not being told the truth. I’m writing you to let you know so you can be aware of what you are selling to your customers.

Thank you,
Jean

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Note: So far, Cambodia has only been the country where we had to hope we were being taken to our destination. Upon our arrival in the dark alley, the tuk tuk drivers all offered free rides. I’m glad we chose not to trust them and declined because I later found out that they only took travelers to the same dodgy guesthouse where they can earn a commission.

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Poor Mr. Jefferson

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Funny fact: In Cambodia the US Dollar reigns. Just the paper kind, though; in place of coins they use Cambodian Riel ($0.25 = 1,000 Riel).

Jean received a $2 bill as change at a restaurant yesterday. Today I tried to spend it at another restaurant but was refused. They knew it was real, but they didn’t want to try and explain that to the next recipient.

Poor Thomas Jefferson. No one wants you. Except in Vietnam. Apparently the $2 bill is trendy to keep in your wallet there.

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Southern Laos (Don Det)

The Mighty Mekong stretches widely at the southern border between Laos and Cambodia, harboring hundreds (maybe thousands?) of little islands. The entire area is called Si Phan Don, or 4,000 Islands. Whether or not there really are four thousand islands, there are definitely plenty of uninhabited bodies of land and shrubs, ranging from large rocks to small villages.

Don Det is the most popular island frequented by backpackers and the only way to get there is by a tipsy boat from the tiny town of Nakasang. The islands surrounding Don Det and the land mass to the east all belong to Laos, whereas the land mass to the west beyond the islands belongs to Cambodia.

Since the Laos-Cambodian border is conveniently a 30 minute drive away from Nakasang, we decided to spend our final days in Laos on Don Det, soaking in the most popular activity on the island – absolutely nothing.

All bungalows on Don Det are more or less the same. Basic accommodation again: bed, mosquito net, fan, and hammocks. Electricity only came to Don Det in recent years, so lights, power outlets, and the electric fan are a luxury, hence I again dub this “luxury camping.” What differentiates the experience is whether the bungalow is on the sunset side or sunrise side. Because we arrived during the low season, everything was pretty vacant. I wanted to spend one night on the sunrise side and another night on the sunset side. We checked into Mr. Tho’s bungalows on the sunrise side for 40,000 kip ($5 USD) per night.  DCIM104GOPRO

Don Det is miserably hot. Vientiane, Luang Prabang, and Pakse are also hot, but they are larger cities with plenty of air-conditioned restaurants, hotels, and cafes. Because there aren’t any restaurants or bungalows with air conditioning, everyone just slowly melts away into an unproductive puddle of lethargy, typically upon a cushion beneath a fan at a restaurant. We definitely familiarized ourselves with our hammocks and got used to being sticky and coated in dirt and dust.

During our first late afternoon we rode rented bicycles to Don Khon, a slightly larger but less inhabited island connecting to Don Det via bridge. There, we checked out the massive Li Phi waterfall, a powerful surge of water loudly plummeting through rocks along the Mekong.IMG_4673

That evening Chris enjoyed reading from his hammock while I observed monks and locals bathe in the river and boaters throw fishing nets into the water. IMG_4684

Early next morning, Chris excitedly opened the door and all the shutters of our pitch-black bungalow to blind me with this:IMG_4686

We wanted to ride around the whole island (~7 km) that morning before the heat got the best of us, so we set out at 6:30am with our bicycles to explore the villages, water buffalo, and rice fields.DCIM104GOPRO IMG_4691

We returned our bikes and feasted on a late breakfast of delicious deep-fried pumpkin falafel, pineapple and banana fruit salad, and lemon mint honey shakes. IMG_4693

The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging on the floor beneath the fan at a restaurant. I probably passed out for about an hour during the hottest time of the day. Even the restaurant owners (a young couple and their child) did the same – lounged around sluggishly to pass time. At least we had nice views. The mountains on the other side is Cambodia! IMG_4695

That evening, we took a dip in the Mekong River with the locals to cool off. Then we watched the sun set from our second bungalow at 30,000 kip per night ($3.75 USD). Thanks to the low season, we were the only guests there. 20140602_181549_AndroidIMG_4701

Photos really don’t do any justice. Sunsets on the Mekong from Don Det are said to be the best sunsets in Laos, and I couldn’t agree more. More than often large thunder clouds would creep up from a distance with a radiant pink glow in its fluffy billows.  It wasn’t uncommon to hear thunder and see flashing clouds and lightning bolts from afar. Our final moments in Laos could not have been more serene as we gently swayed in our hammocks that night after the storm rolled through, listening to the soft pitter patter of rain on the tin roofs overhead and the soft squeaks of little geckos from the Mekong below.

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Southern Laos (The Bolaven Plateau)

Maps in Southeast Asia are only useful for travelers since the majority of locals cannot even read a map. Their sense of direction depends on memory and landmarks; the concept of cardinal points is nonexistent. Fortunately, motorbike rental companies provide hand-written maps for their customers. I grabbed an extra map for Eric, and we depended on this route and major attractions for the next few days ahead. IMG_4694

 

Day 1 (May 28): Pakse to Tad Lo

Eric and Dina had to renew their Lao visas for an expedited fee since their visas had expired, so we had a slightly late start to our ride ahead. After Eric struggled with the government workers and paid extra random fees without explanation, we were off at around 11am! IMG_4567

Our first stop was Tad Pasuam (Tad means waterfall), about 35 km northeast of Pakse. The greatest thing about off-the-beaten-path attractions is that they are not overrun with tourists, and sure enough, we had the entire waterfall to ourselves! We grabbed lunch and swam in the waterfall to escape the heat.DCIM104GOPRO

After that, we rode the next 45 km into Tad Lo. DCIM104GOPRO

Tad Lo has a quaint little village with a number of backpackers and super cheap bungalows. In Laos, the bungalow owners typically live in the same type of bungalow they offer as accommodation, so it’s more or less a home-stay. I call it “luxury camping.”

We arrived by late afternoon, just in time to catch the fleeting hours of sunlight. We decided to stay in the riverfront bungalows for 40,000 kip ($5 USD) per night , owned by a sweet woman we were told to call, “Mama.” IMG_4608

Mama’s bungalows were truly a great place to wind down after a day of riding in the heat. If we had stayed longer in Laos, I would have liked to stay here another day. IMG_4573 IMG_4575

Rooms offered basic amenities: bed, mosquito net, fan, and hammock. There was a shared toilet (only a non-flushing squat toilet!) and shower (that pumped water from the river!). I wasn’t surprised that it was river water. In the evening from our balcony I watched locals bathe and brush their teeth in the river. IMG_4609

Even the locks for our doors were simple padlocks. At least a cute, stuffed animal was attached to each key. IMG_4610

We went to Tad Lo for an evening soak: DCIM104GOPRO

Tad Heng (another waterfall right by Tad Lo): IMG_4612

That evening we had dinner at the home of a French mid-30s couple who loved Laos so much that they decided to move there. It was the Lao people and their way of life that lured them into this country. The French couple built a wooden house and several bungalows and created a business to feed and house travelers. Every night they charged each guest 30,000 kip ($3.75 USD) to eat at their large outdoor dining table. You were given a plate, and it was family-style dining with a surplus of sticky rice, chicken coconut curry, pumpkin curry, and pickled vegetables.  They fed several local children for free. The four of us spent the last several hours of our day hanging out on their porch, eating and hanging out with other travelers, and playing card games.
Day 2 (May 29): Tad Lo to Attapeau

From here, Eric and Dina spent their next few days at Sinouk Garden, a nearby garden resort and organic farm. Chris and I wanted to continue the Bolaven Plateau onwards to Attapeau, which meant a long day of riding ahead of us (150+ km).

We split up with Dina and Eric and rode to Attapeau, making several rest stops along the way.

Snack break along the road: WP_20140529_11_01_15_Pro

A small excursion to Tad Faek: IMG_4614

We arrived at Attapeau at the heat of day, exhausted and butt-sore. To my surprise, Attapeau felt more like Vietnam. Signs were in Vietnamese and most people spoke Vietnamese. It was nice to be able to communicate with locals again, but interacting with the Vietnamese requires a tolerance for discourtesy.

Apparently the Attapeau region was the most bombed region in Laos during the war. It truly was a shit-town (Attapeau literally means buffalo shit — no joke!), and all the cool excursions to villages and sites were hours beyond Attapeau. Along the highway were countless dirt paths criss-crossing into the jungles. I remembered that motorbikes were a luxury and most villagers continue to travel by foot through dusty dirt paths swarmed by mosquitos and scratchy shrubs to get from the market to their shanty homes. Had I known an extra day or two would be necessary to properly explore the area, I would have just skipped it.

The long stretch between Tad Lo and Attapeau was strewed with country life. Occasionally we would slow down for cows, goats, pigs, chickens, and dogs. Naked toddlers would run barefoot through muddy fields, and slightly older children would cycle by in their school uniforms, waving and shouting, “Sabaydee!” We would periodically pass up exhausted, weather-beaten locals gathered in wooden motorized carts, which we assumed were their version of local buses. Houses ranged from mostly 1.5 meter-high wooden shacks with thatched roofs to large, more Western-style concrete houses with glass windows and wooden doors. It wasn’t uncommon to see children and their mothers sitting at the edge of a dilapidated shack that leaned far to one side making its support questionable. Families swung lazily on their hammocks beneath their elevated homes, shielding themselves in the shade. To me, this was the true Laos, away from the big cities, with no hesitation or shame to hide the simplest yet poorest way of life.


Day 3 (May 30): Attapeau to Paksong

In preparation for the most gruesome day of riding, we got up early and set out for our ~120 km ride. Blogs prepared me for the worst – a mix of steep dirt trails with major potholes for 20 km. This road had been under construction for years and apparently continued to be undergoing construction for however long it takes for them to get their shit together.

But we were lucky! We readied ourselves for the treacherous road between Ban Beng and Paksong, but we were gratefully surprised to find a new, almost complete, perfectly rideable, gravel-packed road! It wasn’t gruesome after all. Yay!DCIM104GOPRO

The Bolaven Plateau is known for its refreshingly cool temperatures (~10ºc cooler than Pakse) since its roads take travelers up 1,000 meters, promising spectacular scenery and waterfalls!IMG_4631

We kept our eyes on the odometer as we knew Tad Katamtok, the highest waterfall, was about 18 km from Ban Beng. And sure enough, we found it! It involved a short but steep hike down a path through a jungle. We emerged out of the jungle to find ourselves right on top of the falls: DCIM104GOPRO

After Tad Katomtok, we continued to the town of Paksong, perhaps the biggest “town” in the Bolaven Plateau. We scarfed down lunch and continued our journey to Tad Yuang, where even locals go to hang out! IMG_4634

We even ran into Eric and Dina at this beautiful waterfall. IMG_4642 IMG_4640

Dina asked us to stay with them at their hotel in the Sinouk Gardens to celebrate Eric’s 31st birthday. We loved their company and decided to stay with them instead of Paksong. Chris and I were waterfall-ed out, decided to skip Tad Fan, and rode to Sinouk Gardens where we spent the remainder of the day.


Day 4 (May 31): Sinouk Garden (near Thateng) back to Pakse

On our final day in the Bolaven Plateau, we enjoyed a lovely breakfast, celebrating Eric’s birthday. For lunch, the owner even hooked it up with some cookies and free Beerlao as a birthday gift. IMG_4646

After breakfast we toured the organic farm and garden and got a close look at their coffee farm. Look at these adorable coffee bean sprouts!IMG_4647

These giant leaves are used for smoking: IMG_4649

And we played with a giant beetle that we found!IMG_4655 IMG_4662

Right before lunch, a storm rolled through, and we enjoyed listening to the downpour and thunder. When blue skies reappeared around 3pm, we knew it was our chance to head back to Pakse. We rode back to Paksong, west toward Pakse, and made it back just before 5pm after dodging all the farm animals again in the road.

After wearing the same sweaty clothes for the past 4 days, we were glad to be back at a guesthouse with air conditioning and wifi. We accumulated more bug bites on our feet and toes than we could ever imagine, and we had more sweat and dirt accumulated in our hair and clothes than we expected. The 4 day, 3 night motorbike adventure in the Bolaven Plateau was more than we had hoped for and was perhaps our biggest highlight in Laos.

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Southern Laos (Pakse)

Prior to arriving in Pakse in Champasak province, I knew nothing about it. All I knew was that it was the gateway to the Laos-Cambodia border, and that we were going to stop by Si Phan Don (4,000 Islands) smack center in the Mekong for some hammock time.

By late afternoon I read about Wat Phou, Saphai village, and the Bolaven Plateau. Chris and I decided that we could not leave Laos without exploring the Bolaven Plateau, but properly exploring it would require anywhere from 3 to 10 days. We decided to do it in 4 days, 3 nights. Since it was already 8pm and we weren’t quite ready to embark on a 4 day journey via motorbike early the next morning, we decided to spent our first full day exploring the island-town of Saphai village and Wat Phou instead.

We rented a 100cc Honda Wave motorbike from our guesthouse for only 50,000 kip ($6.25 USD) per day because we rented it for 5 days. On the morning of Tuesday May 27th, we ventured out to explore what Southern Laos had to offer. We rode 17 km north to check out Saphai village, a tiny island in the Mekong with a population of less than 400 people (about 40 families). We actually just parked where I assumed was the right spot because there were no signs, and a non-English speaking man motioned us to come into his boat. Again, we assumed he would take us to Saphai village and hopped onto his dinky boat without a word. IMG_4556

Fortunately our assumptions were valid! We made our way to this remote weaving village. It was desolate and it only took us about an hour and a half to check out the island.

I got up and personal with some water buffalo.IMG_4546

We observed the slow-paced everyday life on the island. A woman slowly spun silk onto her spool, and an elderly man worked on his fishing net.IMG_4554 IMG_4555

Later that afternoon, we rode the 45 km or so to Wat Phou, the renowned Champa ruins in Champasak province. Since we had already seen a number of ruins throughout our trip, I was quite disappointed with the site, primarily because the ruins are literally ruined. There did not seem to be any preservation efforts, and it was mostly a bunch of stones. Parking was also purposely far away from the actual site so they could offer two steep entrance fees: 35,000 kip ($4.30 USD) for a ticket, or 50,000 kip ($6.25 USD) for a ticket with a ½ mile ride to the entrance. Total tourist trap! In any case, here are some photos below.

The entrance to the ruins: IMG_4558

An elevated set of stones leading up to the ruins: IMG_4559

A small “cave” housing a sacred stream: IMG_4560

A nice view from the top of the ruins: IMG_4561

The highlight of our day was running into a 30-year old couple from Seattle at the bottom of the ruins at a café. Eric and Dina overheard us talking about Burning Man. It turned out that they also ran a camp there and have been burners for 6 years. After chatting a bit, we learned that they both left their jobs at Microsoft, road tripped through the U.S. for a couple months, got rid of all their belongings, flew to Vietnam, and bought motorbikes with the intent to ride all over Southeast Asia before finally settling in Australia. They had just been denied entry into Cambodia that day because the corrupt government would only grant them entry if they could buy their motorbikes for $200 USD only to resell the bikes back to them for $500 USD. Eric and Dina decided to skip Cambodia and ride their motorbikes back to Vietnam.

Perfect, I thought. For foreigners, the way back to Vietnam from Laos was through the Bolaven Plateau. They knew nothing of the route, where to go or where to see, and I had just educated myself of Southern Laos only the day before. Coincidentally, they also planned to head to Vietnam the day we planned to head out to the plateau. Delighted by my knowledge of the route, Eric asked if they could ride with us. And of course, we graciously invited them to come along on our next 4 day, 3-night journey through Southern Laos.

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Northern Laos (Luang Prabang)

The 6-hour bus ride up into the mountains from Vang Vieng to Luang Prabang was not a fun experience! As usual, I got a bit carsick, but even Chris had never gotten carsick before…until this ride. We arrived by late afternoon and spent the remainder of our day settling in and figuring out what we were going to do for the next four full days (May 22-26). We lucked out on our lodging—for $15 per night at Salakphet Guesthouse, we scored the most comfortable bed and pillows we ever slept in during our entire trip, which was fantastic during all the hot afternoons.

On day 1, I woke up early and left Chris in bed to climb up the stairs to Phou Si Mountain. This “mountain” was more of a hill, which housed a number of temples, worship spaces, and monks. IMG_4424

Already at 7am, I was wishing I woke up earlier since I was sweating profusely. On the way up, a 16-year old monk stopped to speak with me. Young monks in Luang Prabang love to practice their English with Westerners. IMG_4409IMG_4410

Once at the top, I was rewarded with views of a city quickly awakening from slumber. IMG_4413

I returned to the guesthouse to start the day with Chris. Within minutes of stepping out of the guesthouse together, we were eagerly approached by a man who called out, “Hello, waterfall!” — the traditional daytime greeting of tuk-tuk drivers in Luang Prabang.  He was trying to offer his minivan services to take us to the famous Kuang Si falls, 29 km outside of the city. Luckily for him, Kuang Si Falls was actually the attraction I wanted to see the most while in Luang Prabang.  A couple hours later, we were off in his minivan with other travelers to see the natural limestone waterfall cascades.

And what a beauty it was! The crystal blue waters were brisk and refreshing, making it the absolute perfect place to spend a sweltering hot day. There was one fall after the other, with plenty of pools to relax, swim, and jump into. DCIM103GOPRO DCIM103GOPRO DCIM103GOPRO DCIM103GOPROIMG_4461DCIM104GOPRODCIM104GOPRODCIM104GOPRO

We hiked a short but steep trail to the top of the falls, where breathtaking views of rolling green hills awaited us. This was the true beauty of Laos.  IMG_4468

In the evening, we went to Big Brother Mouse, a nonprofit organization focusing on the distribution of books to children in Laos. Apparently most Lao children have never seen a book or even owned a book. The mission of this nonprofit is to introduce books to children, show how books can be fun and rewarding, and promote literacy throughout the country. Every day from 9-11am and 5-7pm, English-speaking foreigners are encouraged to come to Big Brother Mouse and have casual conversations with locals.

At Big Brother Mouse, we were able to speak with some locals to learn about their childhood and current lifestyles. The majority were 18-22 year old Hmong men who each had 6-10 siblings! One 22 year old I spoke with grew up in a rural village, didn’t learn how to read and write in Lao until he was 13, and only recently moved near the city for school. He currently lives with 3 other guys in a single room (like a studio apartment), with a bathroom shared with everyone else living in the same hallway. His rent is $500 USD per year. Another 18 year old I spoke with currently lives with his brother in a small house his parents had built in Luang Prabang. Apparently his parents tried to move into the city from their village. They built a house, did not like the city life, and left again to another village.  They would go back and forth between their village and the house in Luang Prabang for visits. Before there were roads and motorbikes (which are fairly new in Laos), his parents would set off at 5am, walk from the village to the house, and arrive at dusk. Keep in mind that this place gets unbearably hot by 10am…I won’t even describe how it feels at 12-3pm. Now with road infrastructure and the luxury of a motorbike, the commute now only takes 2 hours.  I ended up visting Big Brother Mouse two times during my stay in Luang Prabang. IMG_20140522_180239

On another day I got up even earlier (5:15am) to watch the traditional alms ceremony that takes place every day from 5:35-5:55am. Once again Chris stayed in bed as I went out to watch the locals provide offerings of rice to the monks. Sadly, this has become a tourist attraction in Luang Prabang and there are even locals trying to sell food to tourists to feed the monks! As expected, there were offensive tourists who disrespected the monks by sticking their phones, cameras, and even tablets in front of the monks’ faces for a snapshot. There were even 5 tourists who were part of an organized “monk-feeding” tour group. I couldn’t help but laugh inside when I watched the monks donate the food given to them by the tourists to the beggars in the streets. Despite the annoying tourists, it was still a beautiful procession to witness.IMG_4937

Monks walked in order from oldest to youngest. IMG_4915IMG_4935

When the monks are finished collecting offerings, the locals turn around, place a ball of sticky rice upon the walls, and make a final prayer.  IMG_4939

One Laotian woman proudly poses in her traditional dress with a bamboo container earlier filled with sticky rice. IMG_4943

Every evening when the weather became slightly tolerable we strolled the night market for dinner. IMG_4491

Our favorite dessert in Luang Prabang was a small serving of mini rice cakes filled with coconut milk. They were warm, soft, and fluffy, with a warm, gooey sweet center. I miss these already. IMG_4494 IMG_4495

Utopia, a bar, restaurant, and lounge, is the #1 spot frequented by backpackers. During the day, it provides a Zen place for lounging. IMG_4520

By night it became a sexy lounge with music, drinks, candles, snacks, lounge chairs and cushions filled with tourists, all under the stars.

Unfortunately the curfew for Laos is 11:30pm, so after Utopia closes, all the backpackers pour onto the tuk-tuk lined streets. “Hello, bowling!” they all cry out, competing against each other for business. Apparently the thing to do after Utopia closes is bowling, since the bowling alley is the only place open after hours. It’s not a surprise that the government owns the bowling alley.

Chris and I of course spent an evening at Utopia with Stan, Alex, Liz, and others, ventured into the streets after they closed, and found our way into one of the tuk-tuks that took us to the bowling alley. After some bargaining, drunken jokes, and a quick, bumpy ride in a packed tuk-tuk with friends and other foreigners, we arrived at the bowling alley within 15 minutes. It was so ridiculous and awesome. IMG_4499

Our final day in Luang Prabang was spent escaping the heat. Chris finally woke up early with me at 6am so we could explore some nearby villages. IMG_4512 IMG_4516

Laotian cuisine is simply delightful. We devoured buffalo sausages, sticky rice, bean-paste filled leaves, and a variety of noodle fishes. For our last dinner, we enjoyed our favorite soup, khou soy, a spicy pork-based soup that resembles something between pho and bun bo hue. IMG_4529

We left on Monday morning via Lao Airlines to Pakse, the largest city in Southern Laos. Tickets are normally $150 USD but they were on sale for $47 USD. SCORE! IMG_4533

There is no argument as to why the entire city of Luang Prabang is a UNESCO World-Heritage site. Like Hoi An in Vietnam, it is a beautiful river city, a skinny peninsula nestled between the Mighty Mekong and the Nam Khan River. Its charming architecture boasts features from its French colonial days, which serves as a lovely backdrop behind tuk-tuks and street markets. Temples are everywhere (perhaps a bit too much), and plenty of monks roam about. However, Luang Prabang is designed for tourists. There are tourists everywhere, buying unauthentic souvenirs and inflating the rates of food, entrance fees, transportation costs, and hotel rates. Although a beautiful city, there isn’t anything pure or authentic about it. I couldn’t wait to get the hell out to experience the true Laos in the South.

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