As with many things in life, you tell yourself what you want to hear. The idea of a two-day, 15-hour boat trip down the Mekong could be mind-numbingly boring or darkly romantic, so we chose to go with the latter. Two long days, one night and many, many emotions later we arrived in Luang Prabang, the French colonial crown jewel of Laos, and our first few glimpses of this UNESCO city melted the boat trip away.
We began our trip armed with a few survival tips. One can stay the night either in Thailand or Laos – the twin border towns face off across the river, and the boats do not depart until 11 a.m. each morning, ostensibly giving all travellers plenty of time. We decided to take the bus from Thailand straight over the river to Laos and spend the night there; thereby getting all border stuff out of the way the day before, and leaving plenty of time to get to the boat line-up early.
We had heard horror stories of chaotic Laos border crossings – officials tossing about mitt-fuls of passports and documents, with mobs of backpackers queuing up and fervently hoping to be reunited with their correct papers again. Ours was a sedate experience – our bus pulled in on the Thai side – we relinquished our departure cards, had our passports stamped, jumped back on the bus, drove over the bridge to the Lao border crossing, handed in our papers, and voila – in less than 15 minutes all 25 of us were processed and through. We spent the night in Huay Xai, and watched the sun set behind the Thai mountains.
The next morning, armed with our baguette lunches, we hit the pier by 9:30 (for an 11:30 departure). The configuration of the boat is thus: the front of the boat is lined with seats facing sideways, and then the next several rows face frontwards. We bought our tickets the night before, and were assured our seats were front-facing (I told the English-speaking ticket seller about Stephen’s motion sickness issues – he was suitably concerned).
We arrived to discover our assigned seats were in fact side-facing, and since the numbering was done with pieces of paper laid out on each seat, and we were among the very first to arrive, we merely changed a few of the numbers, and chose the second row back. Some confusion ensued as the boat started to fill up, but we kept our eyes averted and an uncomprehending smile on our faces.
This, the unruly front section. A few hours later, OD’d on potato chips, the kids were quietly reading.
The Mekong is the arterial highway that connects hundreds of small communities and slow boats were designed to move Laotians and cargo with a minimum of fuss. Comfort and safety are not priorities (we counted two lifejackets), and seats are reclaimed automobile bench seats. The influx of tourists who have set upon these boats with such enthusiasm pay for their authentic experience with sore backsides and carb overloads. Anyone taller than six feet cannot stand up straight. A two-day passage costs just $30 US, to cram 150 people into such small quarters. The luxury cruise, with plush seating, food and drink provided, and a select guest list of just 30, costs $130 US pp. Since we are on a fairly tight budget, the cattle car it was.
This slow boat ride has wildly varying reviews – some love it, others less so. One woman described it as being, “an unchanging scene of green with brown in the middle.” While I was hoping for more dramatic views over those many hours, we did enjoy a serene and subtly-changing landscape.
Cattle, pigs, goats, dogs and kids cooling off in the river – river life takes on many forms.
The Mekong, like so many big important rivers, has a strong personality and can be quite tumultuous – with whirlpools, waves, rapids and a treacherous current in the middle. The water closest to shore, by contrast, is often as calm as a millpond.
As we made our way along, people would often wave and call to us from shore, or from other boats. This boatload of people stared back at us; we didn’t even get a wave from one of the kids.
We stopped a number of times, to let people off, or to pick up cargo. At one of the stops, there was a pile of very heavy bags filled with food, waiting to be boarded. We watched two men grimace and struggle to bring them to the door, and then watched in awe as one of our crew members singlehandedly lifted each bag, hoisted it up to his shoulders and humped it all the way to the back; returning for each bag and repeating the same feats of strength.
We approached our overnight stop – the small town of Pak Beng, to grab a bite to eat, sleep for the night, and do it all over again the next day. The crew began to unload backpacks, and the crowd thinned, until not one bag was left. Where was my bag – my anxiety levels were going through the roof. I insisted my bag was still in the hold and they insisted just as strongly that they were done and wanted to put the planks back down. Finally, the young man went down again – this time with a flashlight – and emerged with my bag. We walked up the gangplank as a sunset on the water ushered us in.
Next morning, we were at the ferry dock by 8:00 for a 9:00 launch, and this time, it was a different boat.
Our new friends Sylvie and Michel from France, had saved us good seats. They were fortunate enough to see two wild elephants drinking from the river at 7:00 am, from their hotel balcony, and they were still so excited about the rare chance to have such a sighting. Plus, we were surrounded by a group of very funny Germans who kept us all well entertained for the first couple of hours. Once we were settled in, Stephen went back up the hill for snack reinforcements – coffee and chips!
Many Laotians gather around the boats, seemingly just to watch the activities.
We noticed a young man, his wife and small child on their motorbike, which had incredibly been brought down the steep hill, over the rocks and onto the pier. Amazingly, this bike went onto the front of the boat; no big deal to the crew who are accustomed to loading all sorts of cargo.
As our boat loaded up, a long lineup of backpackers was making its way down the hill. For some strange reason, they waited for at least a half hour before loading them onto the adjacent boat ; possibly they were hoping they could all fit on with us.
We discovered that your boat mates can be crucial to your enjoyment of the trip. There were a couple of groups that could have derailed the trip. Four men who were old enough to know better began drinking before the boat ride even started, but they stayed to the back of the boat, with the bar and the smoking section. Another couple made their presence felt – he of the wiry body, ropy arms, thin grey braids, and non-stop cigarettes; she of the hard face and swastika sticker on her phone. They were not people to be messed with, but it was very shocking to see the Nazi symbol so aggressively displayed.We’re all a little sensitive these days, and it had quite a chilling effect on us and others. Luckily, they also stayed in the back of the boat the entire time.
On the first boat, our luggage had been put in a hold; this time, all our bags were tossed onto a platform at the back, beside the engine. People then sat, walked on or slept on the pile – our bags emerged unscathed at the end.
I must tell you about the toilet. One toilet for 140 people. Bucket of water to one side to flush contents (I’m assuming right into the river). Wet floor. Big bag to hold used toilet paper. A woman I met in Mexico last year said to me, “When I can no longer squat, I can no longer travel.” This room to be used for emergencies only.
If you haven’t already equipped yourself with hand sanitizer and wet wipes, this experience would do it for you. (I’m imagining my mother gagging as she reads this.)
But not to leave you with a filthy toilet as your last impression. We landed in Luang Prabang – about 10 km. from town. Since we were all a bit confused, the boat captain snapped us back to reality and yelled, “Get Off!” Dutifully, we trooped off, up the hill and into the arms of the waiting tuk-tuk drivers. Apparently a few years ago, an arrangement was made to switch piers, to create jobs for the taxis and tuk-tuks. No matter – it added one last and funny element to our travels.
The folks just ahead of us – a mirror of us and our luggage.
We arrived at our lovely hotel, had quick showers and headed down the street for dinner and a cold Beerlao. Finally, the two-day ride was over.
So…would we recommend this trip? With reservations – yes. It is quite the experience, and if you want to get a feel for what it is like to travel in Lao – this would be a good bet. Not clean, not comfortable, and probably not safe, but we’re glad we did it.
Would we do this again? NEVER!!!
17 thoughts on “Slow Boat to Laos”
Your “missing” luggage reminds me of an incident I had in the Ecuadorian Amazon recently. In small conveyances I am always concerned about my luggage getting on and off with me (much to the annoyance of my usual travelling companion). I learned on this occasion that putting your stuff in a green garbage bag to protect if from getting wet (small open boat travel) does expose you to the hazard of the crew taking it to be garbage! Luckily my obsession with checking to make sure my luggage is loaded saved me losing most of my gear. Just as we were leaving the dock to head to the airport I insisted on checking if my” luggage” was on, and sure enough, it was not. Still on the boat mistaken for garbage that was loaded at our point of departure.
I continue to look forward to your well written and photographed blog. I am glad you are as adventurous as you are as I can live the thrills of cheaper travel vicariously, and take the comfortable option in person.
ດີຮັກສາດີ (Lao for keep well)
Thanks for the Lao greeting, Jon – nicely done. Your missing luggage story sounds harrowing. I see people with brightly coloured plastic sleeves over their backpacks – maybe in response to being confused with garbage!
As for my bag, I’m quite sure there was no ill intent – it is grey and pushed far to the back of the hold – an honest mistake.
Thanks for the kind words John – we shall continue to travel in discomfort so you don’t have to!:>)
I am really enjoying your blogs and sharing your adventure. Keep safe.
Thanks Moira – good to hear from you. I would dearly love to join you in a zumba class- missing the exercise and the good company there.
Nice capturing of the “Real Ride up the Mekong River”. I had a hot flash of sobering memory when I saw the photo of the toilet! Hope you have time to go to the Tamarind Restaurant and I highly recommend their cooking school. Enjoy!
Oh that toilet – I am now indoctrinated. I can handle the porcelain step-ups, the wet floors, the pails of water to flush with, the overflowing used toilet paper bins, lack of toilet paper, lack of soap, lack of paper towels, because…I am one of the lucky ones. This is not my everyday life – this is just my life for now, and the good experiences always weigh in 10-1.
We shall check out the Tamarind – thanks!
Hi intrepid travellers – Wow, you did it the authentic way and good for you! In 2008 Tom and I went the opposite direction, booking with a tour co. in Luang Prabang and leaving just a day after I’d been violently ill with gastric problems and still had a very sensitive stomach. It turned out we were the only passengers – the boat would have left even if empty because it was due to pick up a group of 30 French tourists at Huay Xai 2 days later. Needless to say, we had a quiet trip with none of the issues you had to deal with and only a few touristy stops. Thanks to you now I know what the many other boats we saw were really like. Also, we were the only guests at the lodge, which was owned by the tour co. and not in a town. We felt like the only westerners on the river. Not quite that scene from Apocalypse Now (uncut version) where the Martin Sheen character stays in a house on the Mekong with the French woman), but very, very quiet and atmospheric.
Tomorrow we leave for Buenos Aires and then Tierra del Fuego – will continue to follow you from the other end of the world! Buen viaje!
Oh, so curious to hear about your Argentina adventures. Wishing you both a wonderful trip – now you can really put your Spanish to the test.
Watch the pineapple juice!
luckily your trip with this boat went well………one never knows! Life in countries where “being insured” is unheard of, can be dangerously thrilling ! Living for several years in South America. was the same feeling, we go about our life business on a daily basis, without a thought for the unpredictable………..and we do well…in spite of all the insecurity around us!!
part of the excitement here, for sure. We may be too cautious in Canada – I’m not sure.
Not an easy trip but you survived with your sense of humour fully engaged. Luang Prabang is up there with our favourite places in the world. We hope it is still as tranquil as we found it.
Thank you for allowing us to travel along with you. We have become quite addicted.
Oh Eveline, Luang Prabang is my favourite place so far. We’ve had simply wonderful experiences here, and the Laotian people are so warm and friendly.
I could stay here for longer, but we have a lot to see yet in Laos.
HI world travellers!!
I love reading your blogs!!Enjoy Luang Prabang, an oasis of peace and charm!!
We are “enjoying”winter, with a lot of snow, power outages….etc…
Hugs to you
Luang Prabang is indeed an oasis – you can feel the Indochine history from every fan-cooled balcony. It is elegant here, and probably my favourite place so far.
Your winter will soon be over!
Since you are never going to make this trip again, I, too, am glad you did, and arrived safely with your bag intact. My, what a huge relief that must have been! Looking forward to your tales of exploration in the coming days.
Thanks Heather. We have spotty Internet reception here, so we’ve been jumping on when we can. I’m hoping to get another blog out tomorrow – about Luang Prabang – a really memorable city.
Whew! Harrowing and amazing all at the same time! Love your spirit 🙂