We made it! Our first trip outside of Thailand and without the use of a car! It was very challenging but we pulled through with only a minimum amount of hiccups.
We drove to the border of Chong Mek and found a family that watched your car for 100 baht a day. Then it was a 5 minute walk to the border. Thais get a free 15 day visa but for me it cost $35 USD for 30 days.

Oa was smart and piled clothes for the five of us in a medium suitcase with a handle and wheels. It seemed to do the trick except when we were on dirt roads. I ended up hoisting the bag on top of my head for these situations.
The border crossing was effortless. In fact, the Lao border guards were so friendly they kept giving grapes to the kids. I don’t think many families cross this border. The kids also received nuts and other snacks from friendly Lao. Soon, we negotiated a ride in a van to Paske about a 30 minute ride away. It cost us 200 baht for the five of us. The van drove around the area until he had a full van of 11 people. I sat in the front seat with Panmai and off we went…..
The first thing that crossed my mind was the lack of cars on the road and the number of water buffalos. I love these gentle creatures and they seemed to be everywhere. Also, I didn’t see much trash on the roads. It was really clean. We think it’s because there are no fast food restaurants, 7/11′s, or other western chains that usually produce trash.
When we drove into town, the driver took us to a number of guest houses and hotels. Luckily, the Lao understand Thai really well. We later found out why……everyone has a t.v. set and the Thai soap operas are watched by everyone it seemed. We finally found a hotel that fit our budget that had 3 beds for 185,000 kip or $23 USD a night. Since we did not have our own bedding, the 3 beds was critical. Lodging is about the same price with Thailand. The room had an a/c, a small refrigerator, and private bathroom with hot water. The staffs were really nice.

I really like Pakse. Most of the tourists rush through the town on their way to the 4,000 islands but I feel they are really missing out. Pakse is a sleepy town and it is very easy to walk around the center. It is very safe and there is no danger being struck by a speeding car or motorcycle. Again, we were amazed how clean the town was compared to Thailand. There were small trash bins everywhere. Anyway, it was a joy to walk around town and explore the markets and streets.
One day, we decided to hire a songtow for the day. We hired him for the entire day for 1200 baht and he took us to the Bolven Plateu where we visited 3 waterfalls and an ethnic village site. I had my reservations about the ethnic village but I was quite impressed with the set-up. Sure there were bus loads of tourists (Lao + Thai) but they didn’t explore the area very much, leaving the trails and waterfall to ourselves. The ethnic village is set up as an eco-tourism for surrounding hill villages and it was built by a blind businessman (he became sick from malaria). I really enjoyed seeing the different houses built in the traditional hill tribe styles. Again, it was very clean.
There was a waterfall that we hiked to and we even walked on a trail which required crossing several bridges made from massive teak logs. The kids loved it but it did make my heart race a little. The bridges were not so high off the ground. Faa discovered a hanging vine which she used to swing over the stream. Tawan later joined in but was a little more cautious.
Later, we took the songtow through the rich coffee growing plantations of the Bolven Plateu and visited 2 other waterfalls. Surprisingly, not many tourists visit the falls. As a consequence, I was treated as a celebrity and asked to take a photos with visiting Lao tourists and a couple of Chinese businessmen. Our son Panmai was sought after by cheek pinching grandmas and mothers shouting out “I want your son to be engaged to my daughter”. Mothers would produce a 5-year-old girl and shove her toward Panmai. It was quite comical and both Oa and I laughed. The girls who are usually bothered in Thailand were mostly left alone. Many Lao were fascinated and stared at our girl’s fair complexion. Some would even ask Oa if the girls were from a different mother!
We could not bring ourselves from leaving Pakse. I really enjoyed walking to the morning market and drinking a coffee. Sometimes, I would go to a French cafe and have an espresso and a croissant. One night, I crossed the wooden bridge (a little unnerving due to the height and low rails) and walked to a fair at a local wat. It was quite interesting. I stood and watched a Lao man sitting and singing to a group of elder Lao women. He was surrounded by 20 or so women in their 50′s and 60′s and they were giving him donations. It was very heartwarming. There were simple booths which involved throwing 3 darts at balloons. You need to pop 3 to get a prize. Another one was to throw darts at a board of numbers. I guess you had to be higher or lower than a set number. There were a few food stalls and of course blaring traditional Lao music.

One day, I wanted to see Wat Phou so we again hired a songtow to drive us to the wat and later to the ferry to Don Dang Island where we would spend the night with a Lao family. It didn’t take us very long and soon we found ourselves at the Khmer temple that was dedicated to Shiva. It is a small complex build on a hill but never the less, I found it to be very impressive. But the stairs! The steps were so high and steep and this made Panmai and Tawan beg daddy to put them on my shoulders. I ended up taking up Tawan as the heat was making her a little cranky. Oa took Faa and Panmai. The trip up was rewarded with a beautiful view of the surrounding area.
Later, we made our way down and our driver (with our bags) drove back to pick us up. He took us to the ferry landing to cross over to Don Dang Island. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a boat but I was having my doubts about the sea worthiness of it. The ferry was a small wooden platform built on two wooden canoes. On the platform was 2 motor scooters and 2 French women. I thought, “Where are the five of us going to stand?” One of the French girls sat on her scooter to make room for us and the one-armed ferry operator motioned us to board. Luckily, the river was calm and the water looked like a gentle sheet so there were no waves, Fifteen minutes later, we made it the island.

It was getting dark and we had no idea where to stay. After helping pushing the motor scooters across the sand to the road, we were met a man who told Oa about the homestay. We walked a little and the man phoned up the woman we would be staying with that night. It was a little expensive at 60,000 kip each. We would be charged for 3 so 180,000 kip or $21 USD. Meals would be 20,000 kip again at 3 persons or $2.90 USD.
The husband and wife that hosted us were very nice and gracious hosts. She laid out folding mattresses for us in the open living room. The food was great and plentiful. We would have stayed 2 nights but the family had a t.v. in front of our beds which was a little annoying. The kids eyes became glued to the silly Thai soap operas broadcasted on the box. It was like a drug to them. We decided to leave for the elephant camp the next day. The island was really beautiful and there were very nice sandy beaches.
On the other side, we found a driver to take us to the elephant camp. Again, we would stay with a Lao family and we would take a 1 1/2 hour elephant trek to a temple ruin on a hill. At this homestay, the prices were the same but the conditions were much primitive and the food was not very good. They made a fish soup but the kids didn’t touch it and the hosts were a little offended I think. They told us to eat breakfast at one of the shops the next day. I have to point out that it is not their fault. Kids are picky eaters and the isolation of the village makes food scarce. They have to grow their own food and catch their own fish in order to eat.

The elephant ride (45 minutes each way) was really nice. One of the mahouts was chatting with Oa the whole time wanting information about America. We have a huge population of Lao in the San Francisco Bay Area. We found out that there are no more wild elephants in the national park anymore. The elephants are well taken care of and at night they are free to wander the fields near the forest. When the elephant gets too old (they live 70+ years), the mahout lets the elephant back into the wild to live. Sometimes the retired elephant does not want to go so the elephant stays in the village. We left the next day to return to Pakse.
Later that day, I found out that December 2nd was a national holiday and there would be parades and celebrations throughout Laos. It was to commemorate the overthrow of the monarchy back on December 2, 1975. Flags were already being flown everywhere. There were two flags flown – the Lao flag and the hammer and sickle flag. I found out from one of the staff at our hotel that an island (4,000 islands) would have boat races, live music, and a fair. We left the next day for Don Khong, the largest island in the chain of islands in the Kong River bordering Cambodia.
So off we went to Don Khong. We quickly found a hotel on the banks of the Kong River. The place was packed with Lao tourists. There were 3 stages set up and a big flea market selling clothes, food, household items, and a few games. The boat races would start on Saturday and would feature constestants from other towns and villages of Laos.

We decided to rent some bicycles one day and the man figured out how to make a child seat for Panmai. He tied a small plastic chair to the back of the bike and we used a sarong as the belt to keep him strapped inside. We then cycled to the other side of the island. No traffic and we stopped at one spot to take a swim in the river.
We reached the other side of the island and we discovered a problem – no place to buy food. The kids were hungry and Faa was crying from hunger pains. We finally found a woman selling home made snow cones so we bought a few. She also sold a cracker snack and we bought those too. We sat in the back of her shop and were soon joined by a dozen very curious and shy kids.
Later, grandma showed up with a basket of cold sticky rice and fried frogs and salted small fish. The girls and I ate a little and were so very appreciative of the family’s generousity. Sadly, we left and cycled back to our hotel. We did make 1 more stop at the river to swim.

We made a mad dash (slow, really) back to Paske then to the border.
Now, we are back in Thailand. We drove to our condo and discovered that our area suffered the most damage in the Bangkok floods. Our community was submerged in 2 meters of water (6 feet) for over 3 weeks. The water is gone now but the place looks like it was hit with a nucler bomb. I’ll write all about it in the next post.
Tags: boat races, Don Dhang, Laos, Pakse