Crossing into Laos proved more challenging than expected. After leaving Thailand, I couldn’t cycle over the Thai-Lao Friendship Bridge No.4 and had to pay for a bus, a short 5-minute journey that involved a 30-minute wait for enough people to fill the bus up. At Laos passport control, despite completing the online forms for the eVisa and paying the fee, I had to fill in a similar form again. The official didn’t bother reading it, and it was pretty illegible anyway due to my poor handwriting from not touching a pen in 4 months. After stamping my passport and adding the visa, he then attempted to charge $1 for the stamp. I’d heard reports that the border officials often try to get extra money from tourists and it’s almost become a game for all the cyclists to kick up a fuss and dodge paying despite it being such a small amount. Therefore, I pretended I didn’t understand and upon reaching for my passport, he handed it over. Then after it got checked again, I entered Laos.
In the first town, I withdrew money from the bank and tried to get a SIM card. For £4, I could get 30GB of data, but the process was very prolonged. The shop assistent had to record all my passport details and was understandably struggling to use the QWERTY keyboard as he wasn’t used to the Latin alphabet. He also seemed very confused that my country was United Kingdom dispite me having a British passport.
Finally, I got moving again and my first destination in Laos was Luang Prabang. I decided to take the mountainous route over the longer main road to get there. Passing through farmland on the first night, I asked some farmers if I could camp in their shelter. They agreed, but it felt like they just wanted to get rid of me and resume their dinner. That night, I witnessed a stunning sunset and was grateful for the shelter during a huge lightning storm.
The next day took me deeper into the mountains, where the road started to deteriorate. In each village a crowd would gather whenever I stopped, with both children and adults staring curiously at me. This felt very strange as they wouldn’t say anything or acknowledge me but just stare. Laos has felt less developed than Thailand, marked by many houses in the villages not having electricity or water. Chickens, pigs and occasionally even Turkeys are often roaming freely in villages getting fattened up on scraps of food.
After crossing the Mekong River, I joined the new 4B road to Luang Prabang, a challenging but rewarding route through the mountains. This was one of the best roads of the trip so far being almost empty, fantastic tarmac and weaving through some amazing mountains.
I crossed into Luang Prabang by ferry and treated myself to a hostel with a pool spending two nights there relaxing. The town had a fantastic night market where you could get almost any meal all for around £1.50 and one evening I went bowling, a tradition among backpackers due to it being the only place in town open late.
After managing to snap my pannier rack the previous day, I also ventured out to find somewhere to get it repaired. It was currently held together with some string, but I hoped to find somewhere to get it welded back together. This was surprising easy as there were plenty of motorbike repair shops and I quickly got it done for £2.
Leaving Luang Prabang, I visited the Kuang Si waterfalls after meeting people from the hostel on the way there. This was a spectacular sight, and great that it was possible to swim in all the pools.
Continuing on a dirt road alongside the Mekong, I encountered a deep ford across a stream. Fortunately, there was a man with a bamboo raft who’s job was to help ferry bikes across. This was a very funny experience, but I’m sure he overcharged me for the crossing!
I was now heading toward Vang Vieng and had a beautiful cool night camped atop a huge hill. This has been quite the contrast from Pamir, where I’d sought lower altitudes for warmth. All that remained was descending down the mountain to arrive at the town.
Vang Vieng is a notorious party town on the south east Asia backpacker loop, however has calmed down considerably in the last 10 years after at least 27 tourists died there in 2011. Once there, I stayed in a £2-a-night hostel that had barely finished being built. Despite this, it had a great atmosphere and suited my needs. I enjoyed a rest day and spent my time with me exploring caves, swimming in lagoons, and trying the local beer: BeerLao. This beer is a nice larger and made from local rice grain.
Laos has been great fun to travel so far and I’ve really enjoyed the contrast in south east Asia of the cycling alone through the countryside for a week followed by a stay in a busy hostel. The next step of my trip will take me north east towards the Vietnam border, and I look forward what more this country has to offer.
Will Scam 