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Monday, February 25, 2008

Chiang Mai

We liked Chiang Mai, despite it being a dry city due to the elections that weekend (although drinking beer in a bar that is pretending to be shut and especially not selling drinks can be fun too). We shall not bore you with detailed descriptions of all of our activities but to summarise...

We spent four days there, slept in a nice guesthouse full of french folk, visited only two temples, went to one shopping mall, went to three markets, ate many nice meals and were not allowed to drink beer in case we started rioting we presume - we drank beer, we did not riot. We visited the train station twice, the first time to buy a ticket, the second time to get onto the night train to Bangkok.


unfortunately we missed that fellow playing

































trying to make sense of buddhism from the diagrams in the temple














market springing up in front of supermarket














curries in all colours of the rainbow














night market






every morning's breakfast soap opera: listening to some old expat regulars slurping their coffee, complaining about thai women and life in general. (we got hooked after one breakfast and had to come back all the following mornings)

the famous durian fruit in blue pants

the shop that was built from plants

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Viengpoukha to Chiang Mai THAILAND

Day 1: 52km, climb 821m, Viengphouka - Don Chai
Day 2: 70km, climb 975m, Don Chai - Huai Xai
Day 3: 69km, climb 554m, Huai Xai, Laos - Chiang Saen, Thailand
Day 4: 97km, climb 752m, Chiang Sean - Tha Ton
Day 5: 111km, climb 711m, Tha Ton - Chiang Dao
Day 6: 77km, Chiang Doc - Chiang Mai


We left Vieng Phouka looking forward to a hot shower very much as the temperature had dropped and we had been washing in the cold river for the last few days. Don Chai was a tiny place with a few houses, one temple and a makeshift guesthouse that provided us with a bed and some basic meals (sticky rice and egg).

It was a shortish ride to Huai Xai and was not as hilly as we had feared so we made it there by lunch time. Again (as in Vietnam) it was a bit sad to come down from the mountains. As it was Bea's birthday we treated ourself (lucky Kiki gets treated too) to a hot shower and then went to persue our favourite past time, sauna and massage at the local Lao Red Cross branch. We were looking for some friends to party with but did not find any.

The next morning our bikes were loaded onto a wee boat and in ten minutes we had crossed the river and were in Thailand. It was all a bit sudden, after 5 weeks and about 1400km of cycling and who knows how many kilos of sticky rice. There were all these flash cars on the road, and they were heading straight for us as we had forgotten that you drive on the left in Thailand.

As it was still early we decided not to stay in Chiang Khong, the town on the Thai side of the border, but to cycle on to Chiang Saen instead. We were heading for Chiang Mai in a straight four day route but we had received some advice from another cyclist, to follow the Lao border appraoching from a different direction instead of cycling through the mountains and Chiang Rai.

The first day in Thailand we chose the longer, scenic route which was a nice cycle that followed the Mekong for most of the way. We were shocked by the accommodation we were offered for $5 or more, still being used to Laos, but found a clean guesthouse with our room facing onto an empty swimming pool which gave the place more atmosphere than had it been full. After going for dinner and eating an ice cream we were delighted to be back in Thailand.

The next day to Thaton (as well as the day after) were longer than expected, as we had not really looked at the map properly. It was much busier on the road, but it got better after 30km when we left the highway that was headed for Chiang Rai.

We had met an old german cyclist in the guesthouse the night before who had made us wary of the next day's cycling by telling us how he met some cyclists coming from the other direction who had to give up, taking a bus due to a large steep hill. When we got there, we found a biggish hill but luckily aproaching it from our direction was not too bad at all. Cycling down the other side though felt like being on the black piste of a ski slope. Thaton was a small but pretty town and we found a nice bungalow place to stay next to the river surrounded by greenery.

Cycling to Chiang Doc was not particularly exciting and the traffic was pretty busy, especially with spring onions. We got excited and then saddened by a Tesco Lotus, bought a packet of porridge oats and super powered our way on. In Chiang Dao we stayed in another beautiful green guest house in the shadow of a large mountain. It was full of twitchers, does that mean birdwatchers? Well that is what i mean, but they were of the slightly twitchy crazy variety. It was beautiful waking up in the morning to the sound of the birds and as we were up so early we did not get disturbed by any twitching.

It was a slight relief to get to Chiang Mai as we had been cycling for 6 days in a row and the pizza and red wine we celebrated our arrival on the rooftop of our guesthouse with tasted twice as nice.


sticky rice for one last time (on my birthday)



hazy hesitant sunrise




crossing the border/the Mekong




even the trees are in the colour of the king


lunch at the viewpoint snack stop





tanking up

onions here and there, onions everywhere

Chiang Dao



























The 3 day Akha Trail trek

We were picked up in the morning by our guides and then went to pick up the two other people that had signed up. Luckily we were only a small group and the other people as well as the guides were very nice, as we spent the next three days together.

In the beginning we were not quite sure what to expect of this trip. We were to stay with people from the village in their houses, and the thought of these peoples lifes being a tourist attraction was a bit strange. We doubted that they enjoy tourists coming to take photos of them, eating with them and staying in their houses but we guessed they appreciate the money it brings to the village, or maybe we are as much of an attraction to them as they are to us.

The first day contained the most walking out of the three days, along small trails through the jungle and along the ridges of hills. It was classed as 'moderately difficult' but was fairly easy with many breaks and ancient Lao tales to be told by our guide. He also taught us about wildlife and which plants are edible while snubbing any other beautiful plant that was not edible. He ate some red ants in front of us emphasising that they contain much vitamin C and he sang songs, keeping us well entertained.

On the first day we stopped for lunch at an abandoned village where we had our first of many banana leaf picnics (we did not eat the banana leaves, but they make a great table). And later we went for a wash in the river, our guide being the first one to jump in in his underpants covering himself in plenty of soapfoam before getting out the washing powder to wash his clothes.

In the late afternoon we arrived at the Akha village where we were to spend our first night. Before entering any village we were told how to behave in order not to offend the village spirtits which would cause the inhabitants to make a sacrifice in form of one of their precious animals. After being introduced to the man at whos house we were to sleep (who seemed to be quite pleased with our visit) we went to have a look around the village. Lots of children were running around in beautiful traditional handmade dress and Kiki was still suspiciously wondering if they were just made to dress like that for us tourist. It felt very strange to be in the middle of somewhere we did not belong to at all. Encouraged by our trigger happy companions, we got over our concerns and enjoyed the company of the children and even took some photos. At dinner we sat with our hosts and guides, only men, as the women were only allowed to eat after the men (The Akha people seem to have many strict old fashioned rules like this). No welcoming of any guest to the village is complete without some shots of Lao Lao wiskey and equally in return Lao Lao whisky should be bought and consumed with the host to thank them. Needless to say, we slept like logs despite the racket the dogs, cockrels, pigs and the many people and children sharing the big house made.

The next day it looked like it was going to rain, so we changed plans to take a shorter route staying in a Khmu village, which our guide (Khmu himself) seemed very keen on. We set off after another few shots of breakfast Lao Lao for good luck, and then we had to pass through another Akha village, which meant going to say hello to the headman and being welcomed with yet another few shots of Lao Lao. We started to get the full picture of village life, the men quite often seemed to be sitting together having important meetings involving a bottle of clear liquid while the women worked.

We arrived in the Khmu village pretty early in the afternoon and were slightly disappointed as it seemed a bit boring and normal after the alien Akha experience. By now we were used to our tourist attraction with people dressed up, and the threat of a buffalo having to be sacrificed if we walked through sacred ground or talked to someone with a flower behind their ear. The day had a fine end though as the dinner turned into a jolly drinking and singing party as the welcoming and thanking ceremonies bounced back and forth in an endless liquid loop.

The last day we visited some caves and yet another village of another people, the Lahu, who had a festival going since three days and everyone was substantially plastered. By that time Bea had learned to skillfully tip out the (5 glasses of) Lao Lao welcoming drink behind the host's back. Seeing how drunk the men were after 3 days of festivities it required less skill than usual.

Before setting off on our bikes again the next day we had a big dinner with both our guides and their families which was lovely.















first of many delicious picnics prepared by our guides














Akha village

















































































visiting the school














Khmu village
explanation of how not to offend the village spirits















































dinner being caught




























visiting some caves




























Lahu village

































Thursday, February 7, 2008

Luang Prabang to Viengpukha

Day 1: 112km, climb 947m, Luang Prabang - Pakmong
Day 2: 81km, climb 1693m, Pakmong - Oudomxay
Day 3: 118km, climb 1243m, Oudomxay - Luang Nam Tha
Day 4: 60km, climb 658m, Luang Nam Tha - Vieng Phuka

We could not wait to get back onto our bikes after a week of rest but found ourselves cursing soon as we were so out of shape. Chinese New Year was closing in so there was a great display of firepower in Pakmong which seemed to have quite a large chinese community or just a large bunch of gunpowder loving children. It was a bit of a dump but we slept well.

The next day to Oudomxay continued to be very demanding, hot and tiring but the scenery was nice and we were rewarded with a beautiful guesthouse in Oudomxay. In fact we liked it so much that we stayed an extra day to take full advantage of yet another branch of the Lao Red Cross massage and steam sauna. The schools of Oudomxay had english exams coming up and the town was full of youngsters in search of their ultimate english conversational practice. We were first invited to have a cup of tea by one boy so he could practice his english, then another kid acosted us in the street and tried to come home with us. From then on we pretended to be Russian.

We set off to Luang Nam Tha the next day because there where some fellow Russians in town that wanted to meet us. Around lunch time we stopped to say hello to a beautiful big box on wheels. There turned out to be a couple of friendly Bavarians inside it, asking us if they could help us or if we needed any medical supplies. We said we were fine but jokingly mentioned that we had not eaten bavarian sausages in a long time. The next thing we know was that we all parked in a big gravel field and they cooked lunch for us! Over a delicious home cooked bavarian feast they told us of the german butcher in Thailand where they had refilled their freezer compartment and about their travels that are taking them all around the world. After lunch there was even espresso with hot foamy milk to be had and it was all slightly surreal and very enjoyable. Setting off again was difficult due to the beer that naturally goes with any bavarian meal, but we still had 60km to ride. It was a nice road and mainly down hill for the last 30km so we made it into Luang Nam Tha just as it was getting dark.
We stopped there for a day and went to a little village festival which was as interesting as a village festival anywhere in the world, with food, drink, singing, playing and dancing.

The next day was a short day for once, along the beautiful road to Vieng Phouka where we stayed in a bungalow after having a swim in the river next to it. We were planning to book a trek as we heard many good things about it.





children looking for unexploded fire crackers





friendly Bavarians in a boxmobile

sun setting over ricefields outside Luang Nam Tha


Luang Nam Tha Village Festival


little fishermen

kiki enjoying his purple sticky coconut rice

carwash