Lane Xang Guest House Luang Prabang

... to stand. To the side of the urinal is a basin of clear water<br>with a big plastic scoop handle. It's a manual flushing system. To<br>flush &#8211; using the scooper you pour clear water down the urinal. <br>The first few times that we used these I was very unsure if I was<br>doing it the correct away &#8211; do you stand facing the door or the<br>back? The correct way is the way we've been doing it &#8211; standing<br>towards the door. Some squat ...

... to the tiers of pools below. At the base, the falls continue to form a series of picturesque blue pools in which one can swim, quite pleasurably once the initial shock of the cold water has receded, and so long as you don&#8217;t mind the fish nibbling at your toes! That&#8217;s billed as an expensive spa treatment in Bangkok&#8230; We also completed the obligatory jumps in from the overhanging branch and the top of a ...

... each series of falls to swim or meditate. A short walk up from the first waterfall is the grand finale: Kuangsi, a huge waterfall spilling over a sky-high cliff at least 100m high. Absolutely stunning-were it not for my 2 visits to Iguazu (see Argentina blog) I would say its the most beautiful waterfall in the world. Any day spent swimming and jumping off waterfalls is pretty much perfect in my book. <br><br>Also in LPB I spent some time at a non-profit organization called ...

... really hot! <br>We just spent last night in a double room with ensuite, in a guesthouse right opposite the Mekong River for 30,000Kip or a whopping, 2 British Pounds!!<br>We are living off 15pounds a day, eating French baguette sandwiches for breakfast for about 66p, and for dinner having the all you can eat vegetarian buffet, which is situated on a little stall at the night market for 5,000 kip about 33p.<br><br>We spent the first couple of days just relaxing, walking along ...

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... a light breakfast we were back on the slow boat for another 7 hours. This day was worse than the first day as more locals were aboard and the boat was packed. We nearly tipped a couple times and people were scattered everywhere from the floors to on top of the roof. Again though, the scenery was surreal. Finally, around 5 pm we arrived in Luang Prabang. After walking around for about 20 minutes, I found some people ...

12-15 de agosto<br><br>Nos levantamos a las 5.30am para ir al aeropuerto rumbo a Laos.<br>Seguimos muy cansados, el tren de Sapa nos ha matado pero las ganas que tenemos de conocer Luang Prabang, Patrimonio de la Humanidad, nos da muchas energías.<br><br>Ya antes de aterrizar, vemos que el paisaje es muy ...

... from Switzerland. All I wanted to do was climb Mount Phousi, have a beer over looking the city, and chat about life and travel. It's beautiful up there, and we were with two annoying Brits, that I would have gnawed my arm off to get away from, at an expensive bar aimed at falangs, or white people. He held up his end and had a beer on the hill with me so I joined him on his trek to the disco and bowling alley. He actually just wanted to go to the bowling alley, but the tuk tuk ...

... On boarding, we met future Laos companion number 5, in form of Brad from Essex (UK). Much nervous jokes were passed around while they readied our unfortunate looking boat! Some life jackets were distributed, but there was not enough for all passengers! Great start! Also some crash helmets (immediately dis-concerting) were passed around. Off we set and it really was a speed boat! This thing absolutely flew down the river and immediate thoughts of ...

... villages and past working parties with reckless abandon and I groaned with misery that we were party to all this. Once, as we bore down on a tranquil village, I heard a woman's horrified shriek and looked out of the window, fearing we may have hit someone. In fact, nobody had been run over, but the bus had driven over all of the woman's grass that she had picked and arranged into neat bundles, squashing it and scattering it all over the place.<br><br>We stopped in one ban for lunch ...