After boarding a private boat, I cruised along the Mekong River, drifting through towering jungle covered gorges. There was 7 full hours to relax and stretch out in the sun as we made our way to the small village of Pakbeng. I caught up on some writing and watched local life in remote villages along the river banks.
As we pulled into Pakbeng and our boat started to dock, dozens of Laotian children came running down the dusty hills asking to carry our bags up the hill for us. “Take bag! Take bag!” they exclaimed with their tiny and eager outstretched hands. They do this in hopes for a tip, and those little boys are very hard to say no to. There were some little boys carrying a bag twice their size. It melted my heart seeing them struggling yet determined to haul the bags successfully to the top of the hill.
Once settling into our very basic guest accommodation for the evening, I ventured into the bathroom/shower area. (The toilet was in the same spot you would shower).The only way the door would shut and stay closed was if the latch was locked. A slight problem with this – I wasn’t able to get out. The latch was completely stuck. I looked up above and around, to discover there were no windows. It was just the two of us: me, and the big spider huddled in the corner of the ceiling. I clawed uselessly at the latch. My roommate Sophie tried jostling the door on her end, while I tried lathering the latch with a bar of soap. As it wouldn’t budge, Sophie went to call for some recruits. From outside the door was being pounded on so hard that it was concaving, almost splitting open, with the lady of the guesthouse exclaiming “Noooo! You’re going to break it!” Eventually, this hammering on the door in combination with soaping of the latch got me out of there safe and sound. Needless to say, we never used the latch again, the state of the door remaining in extra questionable condition after its recent beating.
Eager for some fresh air after the bathroom lock up, we strolled down the main street of Pakbeng, well, the only street of Pakbeng. At the end of the road is an ATM, surrounded by children. Once we walked up the steps we were swarmed by the children, holding up their hands for money. One little boy stuck his hand inside the ATM money slot. It was the first time in all my travels I had been so up close to poverty. The children were all so dirty, sweet and smiley. My heart sank as they looked up at me, hopeful for something, anything. A friend of mine on my travels, Shannon, brought packs of glow sticks to hand out to the kids. Their reactions to the shockingly vibrant sticks were taken aback yet amazed. As they ran off in the distance with the setting sun, I imagined them playing and showing off their new and colourful prized possessions to others.
The sunset in Pakbeng is absolutely beautiful. The soft pink and blue hues stroking the sky, with the sun gently sinking like a deflating balloon between the green, lush mountains.
What an incredible adventure! Love this series of shots, in particularly the shot with the singular boat & sunset!
Hi Lynn – thank you! That is my favourite photo, too.
Yeaaahh beer lao :)
Great pics, enjoyed the read. Laos is magical. http://backpackerlee.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/beer-lao-or-something-a-little-stronger/
Thanks! Very magical.
Brings back memories
We just did this slow boat trip a week ago, absolutely loved it! Magical experience!
Awesome! It’s an amazing way to reach Luang Prabang.