So smuggling our contraband inflatable rubber rings in my bag we make our way to the taxi pick up trucks which will bring us to the river. The tubing police never catch us and the woman and her baby live to tell the tale...we assume (i never checked back!)
We have the pleasure of sharing our journey to the river with a scandanavian lesbian and her close personal friends who's company she has paid for. One of the ladies of the night(or broad daylight in this case!) compliments ellie on how white she is, and says she could give her some of her colour because Laos girls want to more white. Her scandanavian friend says "Oh dont give it to her, give it to me".
Laos prossie: "Oh I'll give it to you later".etc. etc.
We are treated to more sleazy conversations along our way as we stare at the mountains and pretend to be totally comfortable with the whole sex-trade situation! When we get off the bus we ponder if the prostitute is even a lesbian or do dollars speak louder than sexual orientation.
Anyway after brothel-bus, we sit down, have a few drinks and once we have inflated our tubes we commence our float down the river. In parts the water is low and I get a little cut on my leg, I think nothing of it but it comes back to haunt me later.
The further one floats down the river the more debauchery you can take part in, with all kind of "happy" meals on offer- not exactly what you get in McDonald's... No free toys. We have a few beers chat to some people and when it starts getting dark we make our way to the taxis, they try to charge us an arm and a leg because we are the only ones there but we are a bit tipsy and full of dutch-courage so we pretend to start walking off into town and eventually one of them follows us up the road and gives us a decent price! Seems we are finally starting to learn how to play the pricing game here!
We spend a couple more days in Vang Vieng chilling out, watching TV-shows while lying back on pillows in restaurants, having beers. By night we watch the gazelles dance around to drum and bass music in 'Q-bar' while we hang out swatting flies by the watering hole! And- while they're harder to come by in Vang Vieng, we do manage to find a few nice normal people to hang out with for a evening or so!
Ellie and her pink bucket:
Ferrrrry cross the Nam Song. (bit muddy after heavy rainfall)
A spot of drunken photography!!
Without realising it the chilled out atmostphere takes over you and before we know it we've spent 5nights in Vang Vieng.While there is more stuff to do here- caves, rock climbings, kayaking etc we never really manage to get around to it! On our 6th day we pack up and leave to spend one night Vientiane.
We wave goodbye to the home of the winding river, the beautiful mountains, the beautiful people in "Beer Laos" and "Tubing" logoed vest tops, and the most children under the age of 3 that I ever seen in the one place at the one time. Very pro-creative the Laos people!
We make our way by big VIP bus to the capital that evening (no more minibuses for us!)
We have the pleasure of sharing our journey to the river with a scandanavian lesbian and her close personal friends who's company she has paid for. One of the ladies of the night(or broad daylight in this case!) compliments ellie on how white she is, and says she could give her some of her colour because Laos girls want to more white. Her scandanavian friend says "Oh dont give it to her, give it to me".
Laos prossie: "Oh I'll give it to you later".etc. etc.
We are treated to more sleazy conversations along our way as we stare at the mountains and pretend to be totally comfortable with the whole sex-trade situation! When we get off the bus we ponder if the prostitute is even a lesbian or do dollars speak louder than sexual orientation.
Anyway after brothel-bus, we sit down, have a few drinks and once we have inflated our tubes we commence our float down the river. In parts the water is low and I get a little cut on my leg, I think nothing of it but it comes back to haunt me later.
The further one floats down the river the more debauchery you can take part in, with all kind of "happy" meals on offer- not exactly what you get in McDonald's... No free toys. We have a few beers chat to some people and when it starts getting dark we make our way to the taxis, they try to charge us an arm and a leg because we are the only ones there but we are a bit tipsy and full of dutch-courage so we pretend to start walking off into town and eventually one of them follows us up the road and gives us a decent price! Seems we are finally starting to learn how to play the pricing game here!
We spend a couple more days in Vang Vieng chilling out, watching TV-shows while lying back on pillows in restaurants, having beers. By night we watch the gazelles dance around to drum and bass music in 'Q-bar' while we hang out swatting flies by the watering hole! And- while they're harder to come by in Vang Vieng, we do manage to find a few nice normal people to hang out with for a evening or so!
Ellie and her pink bucket:
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| From Laos Van Vieng and VNTN |
Ferrrrry cross the Nam Song. (bit muddy after heavy rainfall)
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| From Laos Van Vieng and VNTN |
A spot of drunken photography!!
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| From Laos Van Vieng and VNTN |
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| From Laos Van Vieng and VNTN |
Without realising it the chilled out atmostphere takes over you and before we know it we've spent 5nights in Vang Vieng.While there is more stuff to do here- caves, rock climbings, kayaking etc we never really manage to get around to it! On our 6th day we pack up and leave to spend one night Vientiane.
We wave goodbye to the home of the winding river, the beautiful mountains, the beautiful people in "Beer Laos" and "Tubing" logoed vest tops, and the most children under the age of 3 that I ever seen in the one place at the one time. Very pro-creative the Laos people!
We make our way by big VIP bus to the capital that evening (no more minibuses for us!)
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