So here we are in Pakse, ready to get
our mountain motorbike driving on in the Bolaven Plateau in Southern
Laos, and suddenly Dan's passport is gone. No telling if it was
dropped, misplaced, stolen, or used for rolling doobies by the doobie
smoking hippies of Don Det. Regardless of how it happened, the thing
was gone. So Dan headed to the soul-crushing mush that is Vientiane,
and I headed to the Plateau to try to salvage some enjoyment out of
an unfortunate situation.
The Bolaven Plateau is a (insert
definition of a plateau) lying east of Pakse and the Mekong at an
average elevation just over 1000 Km. The area has seen a rise in
tourism in recent years thanks to some beautiful landscapes, a
collection of impressive waterfalls, and gloriously cheap
accommodation. We'd originally hoped to roam around the area with our
own motorbikes for 4-5 days, then make our exit at the southernmost
border crossing back in to Vietnam, but we all know what happened to
THAT plan... (we all know... right??). Given circumstances, a
shortened, solo version of the trip would have to be undertaken, for
better or worse.
My first destination was Tad Lo, an
area that actually includes 3 fairly substantial waterfalls (Tad Hang, Tad Lo, and Tad Suong), and is
the hub of tourism on the Plateau. I grabbed a rickety bungalow by
the river with a view of the falls, and immediately made my home in
the hammock on the porch. Things were lookin' good, and though I was
missing my buddy, I was definitely enjoying the solitude and the
peacefulness of the environment I found myself in.
Read on to find out what seemingly
inevitable disaster lies in store next
Shortly after settling in, I began to
ponder my finacial situation, taking stock of how much money I had
with me and how I was going to budget it until I met up with Dan. It
turned out to be less than I thought, thanks to the Vietnam visa that
cost double what we expected. Now, I had lots more money, but it was
all sitting in Dan's bank account (long story...I don't have an
account, didn't want to carry that much cash around with me
everywhere, etc). I wasn't worried, but I knew I had to tighten the
belt just in case it took Dan longer than a day or two to get
passport things resolved. This meant I needed to just stay in the
town I was in, where I knew there was mega cheap accommodation and
food.
Luckily it's a super cool place, and
probably the perfect place to get stuck without money. I spent 2 days
reading in a hammock and enjoying the big bad waterfalls. After
moving out of the $4 bungalow, I decided stay in a shared room above
a family's home & restaurant for $1.50 a night. Mama, as the
proprietress referred to herself, was also the most badass cook in
town, and served up huge portions with bargain prices. Like I said,
not a bad place to get stuck!
Hell of a drop |
Thats even further down than it looks... just couldn't resist the edge sitting |
Luckily Dan got everything taken care
of by the afternoon of his second day in Vientiane, a Friday, after
which he would have been stuck for an idle 2 days waiting for the
embassies to open again on Monday. We thought it best to stick where
we were on Friday, and make moves in the afternoon on saturday. We
were basically doing the reverse trip of the one we took when we
first got to Laos the previous week, as we had to go back to get our
bikes, that we were missing terribly already.
So now you know... the next couple days will be about bus rides... Hope to see you next time anyway!
So now you know... the next couple days will be about bus rides... Hope to see you next time anyway!
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