Muong Ngoi
Trip Start
Aug 31, 2007
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Trip End
Oct 16, 2007
In the morning I arrange a bus ticket to the next town where I will start a down river journey. The guy who runs the guest house I am staying in is a schoolteacher and speaks English In the morning when I am buying bread soda, cookies, etc for the trip, schoolkids walking to school are completely gawking at me with their jaw dropped. When I see the schoolteacher again he says few people in the town have ever seen a Westerner. Some of the kids laugh and say "Hallo, Hallo", which is the universal bit of English all kids seem to know in SE Asia.
The ride is partially by road, partially on jungle mud path. There have been heavy rains and the mud is really muddy goo. A large truck loaded with 4 tons of rice has become stuck in the mud and is precariously close to slipping off the edge of the mountain if ii continues to slide. For 2 hours about 20 men try to unload the rice alternately dig or lay down stones for the truck to drive on and get our of the mud. It works.
Muong ngoi looks like it might be substantial based on the dot on the map and whats written in Lonely Planet. Its about a half square mile of shacks with a few guest houses. I stay one night and arrange for a boat to go downriver in the morning.
My boat captain doesn't speak any English. Parts of the river are rapids, not really dangerous, but there is potential for the boat to capsize. I realize that I am in the middle of nowhere, not really knowing exactly where I am with a captain who doesn't speak a lick of English and great Thai, which I have little of.
The ride down the nam-river is surreal. There are several villages that are only accessible by river, and people who have never seen Westerners.
The ride is partially by road, partially on jungle mud path. There have been heavy rains and the mud is really muddy goo. A large truck loaded with 4 tons of rice has become stuck in the mud and is precariously close to slipping off the edge of the mountain if ii continues to slide. For 2 hours about 20 men try to unload the rice alternately dig or lay down stones for the truck to drive on and get our of the mud. It works.
Muong ngoi looks like it might be substantial based on the dot on the map and whats written in Lonely Planet. Its about a half square mile of shacks with a few guest houses. I stay one night and arrange for a boat to go downriver in the morning.
My boat captain doesn't speak any English. Parts of the river are rapids, not really dangerous, but there is potential for the boat to capsize. I realize that I am in the middle of nowhere, not really knowing exactly where I am with a captain who doesn't speak a lick of English and great Thai, which I have little of.
The ride down the nam-river is surreal. There are several villages that are only accessible by river, and people who have never seen Westerners.


