Saturday, 12 January 2013

Day 2: 3 day jungle trek

With 5-6 hours trekking in front of us today, Helen in particular had concerns that the kids - especially Tom - wouldn't make it. Not for a moment did they falter!
Another walk around the village, more sticky rice with accompaniments, and Lao coffee - there was no tea so Tom enjoyed his first cup of coffee (Rosie refrained), a quick ferry across the Nam Tha river and the first day of our two day trek was underway.



The 5-6 hours included an hour's lunch stop plus a handful of short breaks - in fact we probably covered only 8-10km in 3-4 hours of walking. Terrain was as expected - steep up or down. This trekking route had been cut into the jungle just days earlier - we were the second group to follow it - so it wasn't a well formed trail that we followed. Being winter, and the dry season, the conditions were perfect - cool and dry.
The jungle reminded us of Australian rainforest with stunning patches of bamboo forest. The clusters of bamboo have a life of 60 years before the root system gives up. There were plenty of vines to swing from.


Lunch was consistent with previous meals - served on a banana leaf, eaten by hand, plentiful and tasty with the bulk of calories delivered as individually leaf-wrapped parcels of sticky rice. The most impressive part of lunch was watching Ponh gather bamboo shoots and spices from the forest around us and split bamboo expertly to make bowls and a mortar and pestle.







Tom helped to pound the spices in the mortar and pestle...



...and to much laughter became the first trekker to pound so hard the bottom broke through! Ponh had to start over.


From time to time we would pass old trapping lanes but today there are few large animals left in this 'national protected-too-late area' so the traps were long abandoned. They were simple traps - a hole in the ground covered by rocks and leaves with noose attached to a tensioned, bent sapling. The animal would step into the noose and launch into the tree tops.
After a tortuous descent down small steps cut into damp red earth we spied our jungle camp.


The hut had taken 25 people just 2 days to build (the same number opened the trail). No supervisor or leader - everyone knows how to build these huts and just gets on with it. Unfortunately they hadn't yet carried in the 'guaranteed' mattresses and pillows... it was going to be an uncomfortable night. At least the sleeping bags were there, if woefully inadequate for the cool temperature. Luckily Shane and Helen had carried in two camping mattresses, which the entire family laid across.
Tom crashed at 6:30; Rosie bubbled along with all the adults around the fire sharing travel stories. She is thriving on this trip! This afternoon she paints all our faces with black ash and we became the tigers of the jungle.


Ponh and his assistant Si went hunting for breakfast in the dark. They returned with crabs and fish.
A highlight of the evening was the occasional firefly moving through the forest emitting bursts of light - some orange, others yellow, others green.


Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Location:Nam Ha National Protected Area, Laos

Day 1: 3 day jungle adventure

Everyone was happy to reach the village at the end of Day 1. Five hours paddling inflatable kayaks 20km down a shallow river was exhausting!
Our long day started with a stop at the local markets for supplies.




Then a half hour drive and we put in at a grubby dusty village, just outside of the Nam Ha National Protected Area. The kids were having a lot of fun playing in the dust.




Our group comprised Peter and Arian (Swiss), Nikki (Dutch), ourselves, our primary guide Ponh and a trainee guide.




The approach to safety was very Lao - life jackets missing many buckles and straps, Ponh paddling so far in front he was often out of sight (the trainee guide right behind him), no questioning of our kayaking ability. Three of the four baffles under Helen's kayak had blown together to make one very large baffle, tending their craft to the right. Oh, and Ponh's scent betrayed a big night drinking Lao Lao...
Within 20 minutes Rosie and Helen capsized in a small rapid - their boat got stuck behind a big rock, and then folded and tipped. Rosie was very upset but they held onto the boat until the guide eventually came back to help.
After this less than auspicious start, our trip improved immeasurably after an impressive lunch around a warm fire, where we dried our clothes and admired bruises.








After lunch, everyone got into the zone, we improved our skills and relaxed about the safety.




Shane and Tom narrowly missed a capsize from the top of a rock in the afternoon! Helen turned around to see Shane holding tightly onto Tom's arm - and the camera in the dry bag - hoping for a positive outcome!
It was a long long day of gentle rapids, village visits and much, much paddling.
Tom had a smile on his face all day, as did Rosie (after the capsize episode was behind us).








The dinner, like lunch, was beyond our expectations and we really enjoyed walking around the village and learning about village life. Weaving, spinning, cooking. Babes in arms, kids playing, adults working. Dogs, pigs, chickens, goats, ducks.




Other than the TVs and satellite dishes (power came a year ago) it was easy to imagine the buildings and life generally unchanged for many decades.








We stayed in a village-made bamboo hut rather than in a family's home - the group's consensus - as the money then went to the village for communal spending rather than to the family wealthy enough to have room in their house for the falangs to bed down for the night.




The Lao eco-tourism might not have got it right with management of garbage and human waste but the investment of funds into the host village was pleasingly evident.
The bucolic experience was somewhat compromised by the unexpected dff dff music - thankfully somewhat distant- into the night.
Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Location:Nam Ha National Protected Area, Laos

Thursday, 10 January 2013

Let the adventure begin

What a day.
Left a long, luxurious 5 star breakfast this morning; good coffee (for a change); Thai breakfast specialties; sun filled dining area with great views over the river and hotel grounds. Then the harsh reality of being deposited at the public bus station in Chiang Rai...
The transfer by minibus from the hotel to the bus station cost 300 baht; where as the following two hour bus ride to the border town of Chiang Khong cost 230. Needless to say we availed ourselves of the free water in the hotel minibus, Rosie pretending it was champagne in a limo.
The border river crossing was just that; no bridge; just make your way down the muddy river bank and set yourself down in a long-tail.




We got our visas for Laos at the border, then a tuk-tuk to the bus station. A noticeably poorer country showed its face, reinforced by the appearance of the 1pm public bus to Luang Namtha. Broken seats. Holes in the floor. Cracked windows. Missing bits. Long-peeling paint. Motor scooter tied up in the aisle. Front door permanently tied open. A Chinese bus destined for the scrap heap 10 years ago?
We had promised ourselves no long dangerous bus trips with the kids...was there an option? A tourist minibus? A later, better bus? Told no, and that the 2pm bus was cancelled. So (luckily your memory of things-bad dims) we opted for the 1pm bone-rattler.




They tried to get us to sit in the back. We refused based on being sure we'd all get sick.
Then, wow.
The driver was twenty something. Thought he was driving for McLaren, but the bus thought otherwise.
He drove the lurching beast with one hand a lot of the time, with the other hand either on the horn (a lump of gaffa tape on the end of two dangling wires), or physically stopping first and second gear from jumping into neutral, or occasionally on his mobile. You had to admire his dexterity.




The hills were slow going, but the flats were flat out. The overtaking was always dubious. Fuel tankers and the like coming toward us narrowly missed. The kilometres took ages to disappear.
That moment in Ice Age replayed many times, when Sid the Sloth announces "We're gonna live! We're gonna die." Rosie loved every second; Tom tested his capacity to read on a bus to its limit.
We missed out on lunch, so quickly found ourselves at an Indian restaurant just down the road from our charming guesthouse - Thoulasith - followed by a circuit around the night markets.




We're all pretty shattered. But we're alive!
Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Location:17A,Luang Namtha,Laos

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Five star frenzy #1

Tom had an Asian meltdown yesterday with Mum not far behind. Over the dirty restaurant serving tofu in pigs blood, over hearing next room's flushed business flow through the drain in our bathroom, over the stench of sewerage emanating from every drain inside and outside our hotel.
It was probably our worst room. Chosen because it was close to the bus station. And cheap.
Although the scenery from Fang to Chiang Rai made two bus journeys over five hours entirely tolerable for older travelers, clearly it was underwhelming for an 8 year old.
Kids tucked up for an early night. Mum and Dad decided it was time for our first indulgent night and to satisfy the quest set by our dear friend Brendan Shaw: a Mai Tai at the pool bar of a 5 star hotel.




The Dusit Thani was selected and for a meager $130 we get soft beds, buffet breakfast, peace, pool, room service, chance to feel clean, clean, CLEAN...




The idea's been mooted that we should mark the final day in each country at a 5 star.




Roll on the next Asian meltdown!
Laos tomorrow...
Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Location:ถนนเจ้าฟ้า,Chiang Rai,Thailand

Monday, 7 January 2013

Day 21 - most fun so far

Written in the wee hours... misled by a rooster whose body clock is clearly WRONG. This cockadoodloing came after the 3am monk-wake-up peel of the bell at the Wat Tham Paplong monastery 1km distant.


I was in the midst of a garlic fueled dream saga about me and Julia Gillard having a short weekend away together. The cockerel crowed in the midst of Julia and me driving around the central coast of NSW looking for accommodation!
Chiang Dao Nest, our accommodation 1.5 hrs north (but a million miles away) from Chiang Mai is walled-in by mountains - to the north the mist-shrouded highest mountain in Thailand, Chiang Dao (and surely the most vertical I have ever seen).
Yesterday rocked. Grabbed pushies, pedaled up to the monastery which has to be, along with Borobudur in Java and Tengboche in Nepal the most spiritual place I've been. I sat down and chilled out with Buddha for quite a while in a small cave with about 40 Buddhas and relics of a lama.


Very Om. The monastery's pushed into the base of the big mountain with a good few hundred steps sure to test out the Buddhist 'I'm not suffering' theory, the way adorned with colourful butterflies flitting around and Buddhist scriptures displayed at resting points. Tom predictably read each one (now to apply them!) while Rosie raced herself to the top.


A Pad Thai later and we were pedaling to hot springs 10km distant. I forgot to carry a sarong so stretched my rashie down to previously unfound limits in the name of modesty.


The water smelled strongly of sulphur and was almost too hot to bathe. Much rock skimming, river cooling and shaking ants out of our clothes and we were on our way back, stopping for a large beer and sprites (they misinterpreted "two glasses" for "two beers" - shame) en route to Chiang Dao Cave.




What a ripper. Swallowing our fears we explored chamber after chamber separated by squeezy bits we knew not how long or narrow, past a 300 year old reclining Buddha, past the 'don't go that way snake kill you' cave, past the spider and the crickets - all hoping big time the guide's only gas lantern didn't expire!











Emerging to admire the sacred fish - and what was left of the daylight - we shared our fears and rewards and fell ravenously into dinner at Mallees next door to our Nest.
Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Location:Chiang Dao, Thailand

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Day 19...into the country

We were told that Chiang Mai was one of the nicer cities in Thailand; within the confines of the old city walls/moats there's a pleasing blend of old Thai/drab functional/sharp modern set around enticing tight laneways; oodles of restaurants/bars/guest houses; endless choices of tours and activities; staying in an Aussie run super clean guesthouse. The old city has got a great vibe, charm, energy...it reminds us of places like Kathmandu...a little...but frequented by whities/tourists only and with loud parties that dff dff til 3am.




Where is the relaxed, smiling, friendly Thailand of the past?




We were always looking forward to the north west corner of Thailand. Cooler climate, hill tribes, less touristed.
We've now made it to a bungalow style retreat outside of Chiang Dao, set in temperate jungle, below the striking Chiang Dao mountain, 35km from the Burmese border, quiet, peaceful, spacious, pool (cold!), table tennis...and we've now realised just how restrictive the continuous run of tight urban environments have been to the kids. They can finally run and play! They're not bickering. Mum and Dad can relax.




Asia is demanding.
Tom picked the place we are staying at - Chiang Dao Nest.








The western a la carte menu is a bit of a killer for our budget. We're off to explore a local monastery in the morn, followed by Chiang Dao cave and then some local hot springs later on.
Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Getting restless...

Yesterday we relocated to Phitsanoluk, a matter-of-fact Asian town with train station. The train station for our trip north to Chiang Mai.
Staying at a spookily empty once-grand and very large hotel; more staff than guests; tidy, cleanish, functional; pool.
We've taken this time to plan ahead - as far out as April - particularly given the upcoming Chinese New Year will have wide spread impact on travel in SE Asia!
Highlight for today was lunch at a small Muslim restaurant - GREAT roti, stunning beef curry, sweet milky tea... We asked the owner if we could show the kids the mosque across the road; she brought us over and showed us through.
When we made it into the prayer room, a fervent Bulgarian(!) guy very quickly requested that Helen cover her head, which lead to questions from the kids after we left - questions with difficult and thoughtful answers.
They were very keen to tell us about the community surrounding the mosque; gave us some pretty groovy little muslim caps; and we had to say ' please only one' of their calendars and posters.


Enough of staying still, we just wanna get movin'. Bring on tomorrow and Chiang Mai!
Shane, Helen, Rosie and Tom

Location:ถนนศรีธรรมไตรปิฏก,Phitsanulok,Thailand