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The Splendid Forests of Northern Laos

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

I sitting in the comfy living room of my friend’s Xizhimen apartment in cold dessert that is Beijing in the winter.  I love hanging out in this city, I really really do.  However sitting here letting my mind wander as I relax after a day of subway riding, a enjoyable but exhausting experience, I’m reminded that I need to write of my time spent in northern Laos. 

I’m actually back in Huaihua trying to get a pile of posts to press, though it is cold here and I am thinking about all the pleasures of Laos.

In my last post on my trip to Laos we left off in Luang Prabang, the ancient capital of the Lao kingdom.  I stayed in Luang Prabang for about 4 days mostly just wandering and chilling with my friends from Hunan.  Once everyone left and it was just me eating quiche and walking from temple to temple I decided I should move on.  I booked an overpriced bus ticket and at dawn I left with some other backpackers for the north, the Golden Triangle.

Nine hours later I arrived in Luang Nam Tha.  This city, or rather town, is close to Laos’ border with China and until recently was poverty striken and the source of much of the opium coming out of Laos.  Then the government made Luangt Nam Tha the center of eco-tourism in northern Laos and opened up a national park next door.  Now there are internet cafes, musceli, and cocktails (little old ladies also still push opium but it’s not the profitable business it used to be).  The town is basically one street and closes down around 9:30 at night, but that’s not a problem since the attraction of Luang Nam Tha is getting out into the rain forest that surrounds the city.

Luang Nam Tha Laos

Luang Nam Tha Laos

On my bus ride to Luang Nam Tha I met an Australian from Perth traveling by himself and we ended up splitting a hotel room.  We also both wanted to go hiking in the forest so we went in together to get a guide from the great eco-tourism company Green Discovery.  The eco-tourism of Luang Nam Tha, my first experience with such a thing, is well thought out and expensive.  The money you pay for a guide to take you through the government protected national forest near Luang Nam Tha is split between the guide, villages you pass through, two local cooks who travel with you, and (somehow) protecting and maintaining the forest.  This all added up to $100 for me.  Far more than I have spent across the border in China’s Xishuangbanna for similar hikes, but it was definitely worth it and made me feel (no doubt a little dubiously) that I was helping the communities and forest I walked through.

Luang Nam Tha Laos

So the next morning after a breakfast of fresh tropical fruit and thick syrupy Lao coffee we set off on our hike.  We started by taking a tuk-tuk (small pickup truck with benches welded on the back) to a village about a half hour away from Luang Nam Tha.  The morning was cold and I just tried to stay warm as we whizzed up a windy river past villages and deep thick mountains of forest.  Me and my companion hung out in the village for a bit while our guide russled up some supplies and cooks for the journey.  The local kids were great and were having a blast playing games of their own devising – no TVs or PSPs here.

Luang Nam Tha Laos

Our first day of hiking took us from the village through pristine rain forest.  No farms, rubber plantations, or people to be found anywhere.  It was all gorgeous and a riot of green.  We stopped at a little shelter by a stream for lunch, a fantastic assortment of food made by a local restaurant right before we left.  We had fish, broccoli, cabbage, and homemade chili sauce.  The dense green surroundings were reflected on our table that was covered in banana leaves and banana leaf packages of sticky rice.  In Laos I was continually surprised what people could do with banana leaves.

Luang Nam Tha Laos

The rest of the day’s hiking was pretty short and we arrived at our camp for the night at 3 or so in the afternoon.  While the guide and cooks prepared the kitchen, beds, and camp fire I napped in the sun and went exploring.  I ended up stumbling on a massive cave carved out the side of a cliff and a waterfall right next to it.  I was lovely and my camera was busy taking pictures.  You can see the collected photographs from the trip here.

We had a wonderful dinner cooked at the camp by the two great local women who travelled with us.  Here’s a picture of them and our guide:

Luang Nam Tha Laos

The dinner consisted of several dishes including some stewed meat but for me the clear winner was the Lao chili and tomato condiment or salsa.  This mixture of tomatoes and fresh Thai bird chilies kept popping up wherever I went in Laos and Xishuangbanna (southern Yunnan).  It seems to be a paste of the chillies and garlic mashed in a mortar mixed with very ripe tomatoes and some cilantro.  Asia makes some amazing condiments and this one was one of my all-time favorites.  I must have eaten a soup bowl’s worth of it that night.  Here’s the dinner spread with the tomato/chili paste at the bottom:

Luang Nam Tha Laos

The kitchen:

Luang Nam Tha Laos

The next was much longer than the first.  After splashing some cold stream water on my face and eating some barbecued  water buffalo, which we had cooked the night before on our campfire, we set off.  We climbed up a small mountain and walked along it’s crest.  They’re weren’t any good views of the surrounding country because of the trees, but we did climb up a rock outcropping that afforded some nice views and a much appreciated breeze.

The afternoon was spent hiking through more forest until we hit hills of rubber trees.  The Lao government allows some rubber tree cultivation in the protected national forest because, as our guide told us, otherwise the local villagers would riot.

Luang Nam Tha Laos

Late in the afternoon we arrived back at the village where we has started and said good bye to our cooks.  They gave us traditional spoons made from bamboo, just about the best souvenir one could ask for.  With that we rested our blistered feet and took a tuk-tuk back to town.  The next day I got a bus back to China and arrived in Jinghong, Xishuangbanna.  It was a wild and fantastic week in Laos and I already want to head back.

Many more photos can be found HERE!

Luang Nam Tha Laos

Luang Prabang, Laos

Monday, January 19th, 2009

Luang Prabang Laos

-Me in front of Luang Prabang’s most famous temple.

While I am in Jinghong, China right now much of this post was written in Luang Prabang.  I was either too lazy or busy to find a cafe with Wifi so this post had to wait until now.

My first post from the road comes to you from relaxed Luang Prabang, Laos.  I’ve been here a little over three days now and I feel very rejuvinated.  My days are spent waking up early drinking tea on the polished wood floor porch of my homey hostel (Spicy Laos) chatting with friends and letting the morning sun warm my toes.  After that slow start to the day I then make the short walk to one of the many cafes that sit on the coconut lined streets of this city.  After a cappuccino or Lao coffee (thick espresso with sugar and condencesded milk) and some food I just simply go walk.  Luang Prabang is a walking city like none other, every turn brings on new scenes of beauty and calm: golden temples filled with tropical flowers and bright orange robed monks, well-aged french colonial houses draped with hanging pots of orchids, the brown Mekong slowly passing by in front of rainforest covered mountains…. you get the idea.

Luang Prabang Laos

Luang Prabang was the old capital of the Lao kingdom in the days when the country was ruled by monarchy and when Laos was a French protectorate Luang Prabang remained the capital.  It is also a center of Theravada Buddhism in Laos and boasts an astonishing 30 temples and monasteries.  The city sits on a little peninsula at the meeting point of the Mekong and Khan river in the jungles of northern Laos.  After Laos became an independent nation the capital was moved south to Veintaine.

This all means that Luang Prabang is old and since it has not been a terribly important political capital of the country the remnants of the old Lao kingdom and French colonialism have been left intact.  Nowadays the center of the city is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, which means that tourist buses and massive real estate development, ala China, is banned.  To make sure the city stays even more laid back and doesn’t get too seedy the way tourist driven Thailand has the government imposes a 11:30 curfew on the city.

Luang Prabang Laos

Coming from China Luang Prabang was a revelation.  A quiet relaxed city filled with people of the same grain.  No concrete monasteries and honking taxis, just coconut palm trees lining streets of lovely French colonial buildings.  The tourists even seemed more sedate.

While I haven’t actually done that much since coming here and haven’t gone far outside of the city to the nearby waterfalls or the Buddhist cave, just living and walking around the city has done wonders for me.  I do however somehow still manage to spend money, but I’m on vacation so I think a cheesecake or quiche here and there is in order.

Luang Prabang Laos

Sitting on the Edge of China

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

While my feet are now securely back in the People’s Republic of China my heart is still dreaming of the lovely life I was leading back in Lao (the “s” is silent).  As testament to this fact I am ignoring the one-color spectrum of bland Chinese beers and instead drinking a Beer Lao, one of Asia’s few good beers.  I’m in Jinhong, the capital of the Xishuangbanna prefecture in southern Yunnan province; right on the edge, as it were, of China.  Luckily this means I’m still in the tropics, even if it does get cold at night, and I have not completely left the warm sunny embrace of southeast Asia.

I was only in Laos for a week, though it all feels like a few weeks looking back on it.  Last week I taught my last classes of the fall semester and hoped a train to Kunming.  Sadly, this train trip sucked ass since I had food poisoning from my last meal in Huaihua (and I went to my favorite restaurant too!), I arrived in Kunming feeling horrible and uncertain of what to do.  Luckily for me two of my American teacher friends from Hunan had been on my train as well, though we didn’t know it, and all we met up at the Kunming bus station trying to buy tickets to Laos.  So with the energy that one can only get when they find their friends when they really need them, I bought a bus ticket to Luang Prabang, Laos.  While in Kunming I also saw some friends from the University of Vermont who are doing the study abroad thing, like I had two years ago, and we all sat down at the French Cafe chatting about this and that.  I made sure to visit the closed door of Salvador’s Cafe, my all-time favorite cafe in China, and write a quick note on the sign pasted on the door.  If you don’t remember Salvador’s was bombed by a terrorist on Christmas Eve and as it turns out may never reopen I just learned it will be reopening.

From Kunming me and my two lovely friends took a 25 hour sleeper bus down south to the tropical jungles of Laos.  That journey and the days following it are all together far too much for this little post, so I’ll get to the beautiful details (with pictures) as I spend my days here lounging about watching the Mekong, or as it is called here in China: Lan Can Jiang.

I do want to make a quick note about the weird bittersweet feeling I get returning to China after my stress-reducing trip to Laos.  In Laos no one yells “Halooo!” to you on the street, the street vendors are polite and have more in common with a grandmother than an evil step mother, the honking is almost non-existant, the food is not burdened with buckets of cheap oil and is in fact fresh exciting and downright tropical, and most importantly you can walk the quiet orchid lined streets in shorts lost in a relaxed haze of calm.  I must also mention that they eat sandwiches in Laos; sandwiches made with crusty baguettes and filled with barbequed (boneless!) chicken.  As far as the number of people the entire population of Laos is smaller than the Chinese city of Chengdu, where I spent the New Year.  That. Is. Nuts.

On the other hand Laos is expensive, at least for a clueless tourist like me.  The Laowai (foreigners) are everywhere and they all seem to speak the elitist beautiful languages of Europe; the huge number of foreigners drive up the prices and have the ability to turn the wonderful timeless feeling markets into tourist bazaars.  Though, I must be honest, after 6 months of being one of 4 foreigners in a city of 2 or 3 million the added number of westerners was very welcome, if not a tad off putting.  The exchange rate was simply whack.  The Chinese Yuan was worth 1,200 kip and the American dollar was 8,400 kip.  While it is cool to carry around a million dollars of anything I found that trying to save money with this new currency, that I never really bothered to understand, difficult.  I also did my best to learn as much of the Lao language as I could and I really hope to take some lessons in Lao sometime in the future, but still I was often at a loss for what to say and when my massause giggled at me I had no idea why.  For these reasons and others I am glad to be back in China.  Though I am unbelievably happy to be sitting on the warm quasi-foreign edge of the country rather than smack in the middle.