Monday 19 November 2012

Sabaidee!

The bus journey to Luang Namtha in Laos was everything but boring. Crossing the borders of China and Laos, frequent stops for local tourists and crowds of money changers made the trip interesting. As soon as we arrived in Luang Namtha we quickly saw that from now on we won't be the only white faces for a long time. So many tourists everywhere! For the first time in 6 months we joined the stream of thousands of tourists travelling north or south in Laos. And after a comment of a tourist who came to this place to "escape the crowds" we knew it won't get better further south.

Soon we started to enjoy the upsides of tourism, restaurants with English menus, English speaking locals, masses of guesthouses and hostels. "Sabaidee!", the greeting in Lao language together with a huge smile quickly made us feel very welcome in the new country. We were also happy to finally be able to exchange tips and stories with other travellers, too rare were those occasions so far.

One day we rented a motorbike and explored the area around the town, it was a beautiful day! The main reason that brought us to Luang Namtha though was the rainforest, the "Nam Tha national protected area" in particular which is supposed to be home to clouded leopards, tigers, elephants and birds. The main attraction for other travellers were the minority villages though. We checked out some travel agencies and searched for a tour WITHOUT visits or overnight stays in those villages. Harder than expected. We finally signed up for a 2 day, 1 night trekking tour. First we had to sign a form that released the agency, the town and the state of any responsibility. After arguing for about an hour we were allowed to exclude certain parts of the form. Not a good start.

We left the next day in the morning with a tuk-tuk. We drove for about an hour and stopped finally in a village next to a school. Our arrival made the round and soon we were surrounded by kids, curious but still a bit shy. They watched us fixing the backpacks for a last time, then we set off through the village and off into the surrounding rice fields. We walked quite a long time along a hill, rice fields beneath us and thick forest above. After a steep climb up a mountain we finally reached the rainforest or what they call rainforest. On this walk Anni asked the guide, an unexperienced, young receptionist (yes, that was his real job) what kind of animals we'll see over the next two days. "Animals? No animals. There are no animals." After that comment we were absolutely disappointed. There was no rainforest as we knew it from the Amazon (incomparable as we know by now) and no animals. The guide barely spoke english even if they said he will speak, there was barely enough vegetarian food for Anni even if they said there will be and his explanations were limited to comments like "there's a mushroom" or "look, bamboo". The overnight stop was in a house at a river, very nice setup but the house was in bad condition, no place to sit down, not enough material to fix the mosquito nets and no foam mattresses even if they said there will be. So we didn't see animals (except a green pit viper), we didn't eat good and we slept really bad. After all it was a big disappointment for us, we wouldn't do it again but everyone else seemed to enjoy it so we guess we were just spoiled by the amazing Amazon.

We then left for Luang Prabang in a minivan. 8 hours through the mountains with a driver that seemed to be in his own imaginary race, it wasn't fun. In Luang Prabang we found a hostel along the main road but a bit outside the main centre. We didn't do much mostly due to the incredible high temperatures and to stomach problems we were both suffering from after a day in town. Also is Luang Prabang quite expensive so we strolled around the town, visited a temple and read a lot. It is a very nice place with temples on every corner but also very touristy and therefore higher prices for everything. The main attraction for all the tourists is probably the night market. A whole street is closed from the evening on and hosts hundreds of tents with women selling everything a package tourist might want as a souvenir. Apart from useless dust collecting items they also sell all sorts of clothes, tea, coffee, bags and paintings.

Despite our original plan to skip it we then went to Vang Vieng. THE place in South East Asia they say. We heard more people telling us to stay away than encouraging us to go there. It's the place that was famous for the "tubing", to get drunk, high, and then float down the river in a black rubber tube. WAS famous. Now all the bars that were supplying the "tubers" with extra alcohol spiced up with opium and magic mushrooms on their journey had to close, their bars ripped down after over 20 tourists died in 2011. Now there's still a lot of party going on in town but now in town and not on the river as before. Also the tubing didn't stop and it's actually a nice idea if you do it with a clear head. There were some people leaving the river with their tube once in a while and not in masses like we saw on pictures, how it used to be. We stayed in a bungalow across the river for 40'000 kip/night (4€) and really enjoyed this place! It is famous for a reason and that reason is the beautiful landscape. The river, karst peaks, thick forest, everything green, it was a place to relax for us.

Next and last stop in Laos (for the moment) was Vientiane, the capital. It's relatively small for a capital and we liked it there. It was just unbelievably hot! Even just sitting in the shade made us sweat like never before. But we had a mission and that was to get 2 months visas for Thailand, our next destination. Together with an English friend we met on the bus we walked to the Thai consulate and applied for the visa. The next day we could already go back to pick the passports up and yes, we had the visa! It didn't say for how many days though and we couldn't get specific information about that. I asked a lady working there and she said that depends on the immigration officer on the border... So we hoped for the best.

We also sent once more clothes and souvenirs home, we decided to travel in "flip-flop countries" from now on so we got rid of some warm clothes we still carried around. Then we booked a bus straight to Chiang Rai in north Thailand but it soon turned out that it wasn't just a direct bus. First it was a huge kind of tuk-tuk that was overloaded with tourists to the bus terminal. There we then sat, waiting for the connecting bus with just a ticket to Udon Thani (we hoped) but nothing more. We didn't know which bus to take, where we were going now and how we could get on the next bus from Udon Thani to Chiang Rai. I've been to Thailand before and had these situations there before and it was never a problem, we still were nervous. Happily we met Peter, an older traveller from the states who had a note from the agency that said "Udon Thani, man with red shirt with number 16". That was already much more than we had! It all went well in the end. Got the bus to Udon Thani, crossed both borders without problems, and did find the guy in a red shirt and the number 16, holding tickets for all of us! The bus left 2.5 hours too late and the "first class" we booked looked like a random bus in Bolivia but all was good now. Soon we all fell silent, the bus noisily rattling us into sleep, everything so familiar to all the bus travels we've done before.

 

Saturday 3 November 2012

Do's and don'ts of October

This month we recommend :




Hong Kong

Chinese beer (because it's dirt cheap)

Banna café in Jinghong

sleeper-buses

rooftop terraces

eggplant in China

VPN

"Quotations of Mao Tse Tung", a little book that makes you laugh and wonder

Xingping

little mandarins

Great Wall wines (if you are brave enough to try red wine here, this has the best wine-vinegar ratio)

 

 

 

This month we DO NOT recommend :




Lonely Planet China

following Chinese instructions or maps

Chinese beer (because water has more taste)

cooked chicken feet

visiting a Chinese pet market

Chinese "animal rights"

oily food

wearing bright colors in front of water buffalos

Beihai

Chinese wine

 

Friday 2 November 2012

Blind rage

The plan we made in Guilin was more based on luck than actual planning. Anni read about a city called Beihai and an island called Weizhou some 45 or so kilometres away from Beihai in the Gulf of Tonkin and we decided to give it a try. With an overnight sleeper-bus (a bus with beds) we arrived in Beihai 2 hours later than expected. The ride was fun and the driver drove very carefully just his behaving with passengers wasn't the best, he yelled at people and told them to "shut up and get the ass back into the bus", that's how my neighbour translated one of his outbursts. What we thought will be a short taxi ride to the terminal was in the end quite a journey. The government decided to make Beihai a new hotspot and invested billions in massive, wide roads, parks, countless new high rise buildings half of which are empty at the moment. We drove along these flower lined avenues that seemed to be way too big for such a small city (yes, not even 2 million inhabitants is small in China) and finally arrived at the new ferry terminal.

 

After purchasing tickets for the next boat we had some time to kill. As soon as we left the terminal building to have some breakfast, a big group of men gathered around us, everyone trying to talk with us in Chinese. We took our language guide and tried to say a few words in Chinese which always ended up in big laughter. One young guy though was very interested to have english translations and soon he took the book and started writing them down together with the pronunciation in Chinese characters. We had to repeat some words ten times until he found syllables in Chinese that fitted more or less. Later, after the group of men had disappeared, a lady joined us and together we practiced some english for almost 2 hours.

 

A tuk-tuk took us from the port on Weizhou island to the main town where our hostel was. We drove through banana plantations and thick green vegetation, it looked pretty damn amazing! The main town only seemed to exist of fishermen. The men brought back the nights catch an the women sold it on the market, from all sorts of fish to mussels, eels, sea urchins, sea cucumbers and even turtles were available in the restaurants. This made it hard for us to find vegetarian food and we ended up eating plain noodles. All the other meals afterwards we had in a bar run by a German married to a Chinese girl, where the menu was in english. The next day we got ourselves an electric bike (after an accident with a tourist on a motorbike the whole island decided to buy electric powered scooters) and explored the relatively small island (6 x 6.5 km), spent time on beautiful deserted beaches and found an old catholic church, one of the two sights on Weizhou. All in all we really enjoyed some island time but it wasn't as beautiful as we first thought, no nice beaches near the hostel, the water not always clean and quite heavy waves, so we left on the third day, back to Beihai.

 

There we wanted to buy tickets and move straight away to Kunming in the west but there was no train this day so we booked tickets for the next. The ticket selling lady looked into the computer screen and asked us if we want a seats or beds. We wanted beds and without looking back to the screen she just said that there are no beds... After instructions of the staff in the hostel in Beihai we tried to find a street with restaurants but as so often with instructions from Chinese people we ended up somewhere else. Instead we wandered through the harbour. Beihai really is a weird place, traditional fishermen, normal Chinese town feeling in one area, big avenues and glass towers in another, we couldn't figure out this city.

 

The train ticket was surprisingly cheap and we didn't expect the best. The first train was crowded and we had to fight for our seats. The second train left from Nanning and was a bit more spacious. A bit. I am not the tallest on earth but these seats were tiny! Not the best way to start a 13 hours journey. In the train smoking was prohibited but not in the area where the carriers are connected, where you get in and out of the train and after an hour the whole train was filled with smoke. Around 18:00 the whole train suddenly came alive, all the passengers started to unpack food. The most famous dish was a 3 minute noodle soup in a cardboard box, there was even a tap inside the train which provided hot water and everyone started to walk up and down the aisles to get to the water and soon the only noise was that of 100 Chinese slurping their noodle soups. We spent the time reading and were listening to music, had a chat with other passengers (or they with us), tried to fight against the hurting back and to find some sleep. Absolutely tired we arrived early in the morning in Kunming and went straight to bed. The next days we didn't do much more than walking around the pretty city, visiting a buddhist temple and read. How we love those rooftop terraces in the Chinese hostels!

 

From Kunming we first wanted to go north-west to Dali and up into the mountains but after studying the weather forecast we soon realised that the clothes we would need were all in a box on the way to Europe, we got rid of them in Hong Kong. So we decided to head south instead to an area with the lovely name of Xishuangbanna. The bus took again 2 more hours than expected, not only because of the flat tire somewhere in the mountains and I had a fight with a rude lady behind me who thought the curtains only belong to her. Her small boy wasn't much better, his shrieks were so loud we couldn't turn the music any louder and in the end he even started to spit at us. Finally in Jinghong, after checking in to the hostel, we went straight for dinner. We found a very good café where they serve Chinese and western food and it became our favourite place to eat. The next day was Annis birthday. We started it with a huge lunch in the mentioned café and walked through the beautiful botanical garden. Then it was time for a massage. We read about a massage place where only blind people work and a full body massage costs only 6€. After some troubles with the awful Lonely Planet maps we found it and could go in straight away. And then the torture started. It was my first professional massage and by then I knew why. This little skinny fellow had such power in his hands that I wondered why people actually spend money to get so violently mistreated for an hour. It was what I call a "traditional Russian massage" and the whole day after this nightmare my neck was sore. Anni seemed happy with the treatment, she got rid of her back pain, though she agreed that it was "quite powerful". Maybe I'll try it again but then it'll hopefully be in Thailand. Those Thai girls are not that strong, are they?

 

Now we were already in the very south of China and there's a lot of rainforest around Jinghong but we decided to move on, leave China and do the jungle stuff in Laos. We booked tickets to Luang Nam Tha in Laos's north and might hit the jungle again, just as we did in Bolivia. This trip through the Amazon was so amazing that we really wanna do some serious jungle trekking again.