Crossing the border
Trip Start
Jun 30, 2005
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Trip End
Ongoing
We took the VIP bus (aka bus with leg room) from Chaing Mai to Chiang Kong, where we got a two minute boat ride over to Huay Xai in Laos. Crossing the border was no problem and we spent the night in the tiny town and booked our boat trip from the Laos equivalent of that old woman from the Goonies (not a great first impression of Laos).
We were faced with the dilemma of whether to get the slow boat (2 days) or the speed boat (6 hours)down the Mekong river to Luang Prabang. Against our better judgement we decided to throw caution to the wind and go for the more dangerous option. Sure enough the next day we were issued with our life vests, motorbike helmets and crammed into a very small and flimsy boat. In went the ear plugs and out came the whiskey.... With less leg room than a battery hen we went on our way... all seemed to be going ok until our boat was pulled over by Laos guards with guns and our boat pulled to pieces and everything searched.
On we went, now I really know what rainy season means... it means going 50 miles an hour in a speed boat with bare arms (needles, feels like needles), pissing rain and a driver who is still going like the clappers down a rock ridden river when he can't see his own hand infront of his face....
But we made it. I have sworn that I will never complain about Ryan Air again.
We were faced with the dilemma of whether to get the slow boat (2 days) or the speed boat (6 hours)down the Mekong river to Luang Prabang. Against our better judgement we decided to throw caution to the wind and go for the more dangerous option. Sure enough the next day we were issued with our life vests, motorbike helmets and crammed into a very small and flimsy boat. In went the ear plugs and out came the whiskey.... With less leg room than a battery hen we went on our way... all seemed to be going ok until our boat was pulled over by Laos guards with guns and our boat pulled to pieces and everything searched.
On we went, now I really know what rainy season means... it means going 50 miles an hour in a speed boat with bare arms (needles, feels like needles), pissing rain and a driver who is still going like the clappers down a rock ridden river when he can't see his own hand infront of his face....
But we made it. I have sworn that I will never complain about Ryan Air again.



