After making many friends on our slow boat to Luang Probang,
Tommy and I had a feeling that our time spent in this new, exciting town was
going to be filled with shared fun and excitement with not only those we met on
the boat, but also with Tommy’s business associate, Ryan that just happened to
live in Luang Probang. Carrying our bags through town, we knew to head a ways
away from the Mekong River, and into town to an interesting street where
everything seemed to come to life a bit more with local flavor and excitement.
Ryan had made this recommendation and we were sure glad he did, because on our
very first day there we ended up getting introduced to the owner of
restaurant/bar called Utopia through Ryan and we had a blast getting a local’s tour
of all the main sights to see in town.
The next day we headed out to the Kuang Si waterfall, where
on our way up to the waterfall, we stopped at the Sun Bear sanctuary, where a
group of activists protected the Sun bear from poachers who would cut off their
paws and use them for holistic medicines and charms. The bears were very unique
in color with a sort of white V-neck stripe on their chests. Much different
than any bear I had seen before, the Sun bear was very agile and able walk
across the smallest of branches and swing nimbly from tire swings and cargo
nets, set up for their entertainment.
Continuing onto the falls, Tommy and I stopped a number of
times to get pictures of the countless amounts of beautiful, smaller falls that
ran right along the trail and eventually decided to jump in and cool off at one
of the waterfalls to try and beat the humidity of the dry season in Laos.
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Not able to pass up the fun, Tommy and I stole the show as
we began flipping from the trees and off the waterfalls into the water hole.
With a crowd gathering, we then saw some friends from our slow boat and began
swinging from the rope swing with them, having a ball as we couldn’t pull
ourselves from all the fun and excitement. However with the sun beginning to go
down, we all made plans to meet up at Utopia that night and went our separate
ways.
Having a blast with all of our friends that night at Utopia,
Tommy and I began heading back to our guesthouse late that night when Tommy
said he had felt a raindrop hit him on the head. Not believing him, because
there hadn’t been a drop of rain in over five months here in Luang Probang, I
continued on not thinking much of his comment, but then I felt a raindrop as
well and I looked at him with bright eyes thinking that we just might catch the
first rain of the season here in Luang Probang. Now I know you might be
thinking, “big deal, it’s just rain”, but here in Laos, it is a big deal because not only does the rain clear the sky of all
of smoke from the farm burn off and forest fires, but it also allows the
opportunity for new growth, crops, and life, so as more and more rain continued
to fall, Tommy and I began to get more and more excited as other people came
outside their houses to witness the first rain of the season.
Before we knew it, we were caught in a torrential downpour
and we began running for the bamboo bridge that crossed a smaller river in town.
Dancing around, welcoming the rain, Tommy and I were out on the middle of this
bamboo bridge, hooting and hollering, welcoming more and more rain as we began
to see the sky light up as streaks of lightning would briefly illuminate our
drenched surroundings. We then literally saw the river begin to rise with the astonishing
amount of water falling from the sky. As we watched the lighting pass right
over our heads, the downpour intensified until in finally moved on, carrying
the rumbling of thunder as it made its way through the countryside. Standing
there in disbelief, amazement and awe at what we had just experienced, we began
laughing and high-fiving at what an incredible encounter we just went through.
Making our way back to our guesthouse, we exchanged smiles with a few drenched
locals in the streets that were also just as enthusiastic at the first rain of
the season as Tommy and I were.
The next day we were fortunate enough to go with Ryan to the
other side of the Mekong River, which had no bridge connecting it to Luang
Probang. This detachment from Luang Probang put this side of the river
literally fifty years behind in just about every aspect. None of the roads were
paved, there was no electricity, and the only vehicles they had seemed to be
motorbikes and makeshift plows that also acted as wagons to slowly transport
people small distances. Livestock,
chickens, water buffalo and other animals wandered freely as we passed them on
our motorbikes, driving deeper and deeper into the village. People from the
villages would come out of their huts at the sounds of our motorbikes and wave
to us excitedly, being that they don’t get too many foreigners on this side of
the river. It was quite a treat seeing this way of life on this side of the
river, and as we loaded our bikes back onto the transporter boat back towards
civilization in Luang Probang, I once again found myself sitting in reflection,
amazed at such a different way of life these people live. Probably ninety
percent of those villagers hadn’t been more than a hundred kilometers away from
their village and some might know nothing more than the village they live in.
On our last day, Tommy and I decided to wake up early to
catch the monk procession that takes place daily. Monks solely rely on people’s
giving to survive and so each morning, they walk around the town to collect
only what they need (Alms) to make it through the day such as rice, vegetables,
water, soap etc. It was quite the spectacle at six in the morning to see
hundreds of monks flood the streets in their bright orange tapestries, single
filed, collecting graciously what they were being offered from their devout fellow
Buddhists that gave their daily tithe, if you will. This carried on for about
an hour or so, until quietly each monk disappeared from the street, returning
back to their monasteries.
With this religious occurrence leaving one last humbling memory
from this unique town, Tommy and I were reluctant to go, but knew we had to
move onto our next destination in Vang Vieng. As we loaded up onto the bus, we
watched the town of Luang Probang fade in the distance as we began yet another
crazy bus ride through the hills of Laos eager to start the next adventure in
Vang Vieng.
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