Chapter 36: Hoofing it and puffing it
Trip Start Oct 01, 2003
56Trip End Nov 2004
Christian and Jonas were both interested in doing a 3-day/2-night trek into the hills, and I was willing to be persuaded, so that afternoon and evening we asked around for information at a few operations
Saturday was a pretty quiet day. Jonas and I walked around the outskirts of Pai for a few hours, and during the course of conversation we realized we'd seen each other in Myanmar! We both stayed at the Nylon Hotel in Mandalay and had crossed paths in the lobby but not spoken. Anyway, it was nice to be able to compare stories and impressions of Myanmar; we both concluded that it was an amazing (if quirky) place.
That afternoon we all took care of business. We sorted out the trekking plan, packed our Thai military-issue rucksacks (with some clothes, first aid stuff, and toiletries), tried to get stuff done online, and Kristian and I sent our passports to Bangkok with the PM Travel Agency to get 30-day visas from the Laos Embassy
On Sunday morning we ran around buying last minute supplies (like pens and pads to give to village kids), and then we stashed our backpacks with the trekking company. Next we met up with Chart, our guide for the next three days. He was a 30 year old from the area who knew the villages and terrain very well, and he seemed like a cool guy. We all piled into the company's sawngthaew and drove for about 1/2 hour into the hills, and then the truck dropped us off at the side of the road in (or near) a National Park. We divided the food that needed to be carried, strapped on our packs, and set off into the woods. At first the going was easy - thin, dry forest without too much heat. After 1/2 hour, though, the walk quickly became grueling as the track became steep and treacherous due to the loose soil and leaves, and the sun rose higher.
One hour in we rested in a small Black Lahu village for a few minutes, but there was no one home except an old lady who hid in her hut
Our walk resumed after lunch, and after 5 minutes I found my first snake: a moderately poisonous (Chart said: "sick one week") green keelback snake that darted around a tree and disappeared. The next few hours were sweaty and rough in the afternoon heat. Much of our hiking was on the steep slope leading up from a stream, so balancing with the packs was difficult. Gavin fell on his ass a few times, and I managed to take the skin off my right knee twice
Sometime after 5 we arrived at a Lisu tribe village of about 300 people. The village was rustic but pretty - mostly bamboo/thatch huts on stilts nestled into the hillside amongst vegetable crops... and presumably opium. Did I mention that this whole "Golden Triangle" region of Thailand, Laos, and Myanmar is responsible for a big chunk of the world's opium supply? In most of the countries here it's semi-legal for hill tribes to grow and harvest poppies for their own use. Of course, opium is a great fundraiser for the governments; in Laos, for example, the opium pushers are rarely punished, but the tourists caught buying from them must pay large fines (bribes?) to avoid jail time. Supposedly the situation is much more corrupt than that in Myanmar. Anyway, back to the village:
There was a large hut set aside for visitors, so we each found a spot on the bamboo and grabbed mattresses (of sorts) and pillows (ditto). Chart cooked up a delicious tom yam chicken soup with rice and veggies for dinner, and we all hung out at a picnic table between the guesthouse and the bathroom (squat toilet in a hut, of course). One deaf old lady hung around making grunting noises and eyeing Gavin's sunglasses, and several children had fun batting around the balloons that Gavin had brought for them
Somehow I was the only one of the group who got a really good night's sleep, despite my initial reservations about camping (and trekking in general). After washing my face, shaving, and brushing my teeth, I was happy and good to go. We left the village by 9:30, and at 10 we stopped at an orchard (natural?) to pick dozens of tiny, ripe peaches to carry along for the trek. Sunglass disaster struck twice on the walk - first when Gavin realized he'd left his glasses in the village (or the old lady had snagged them), and then when Jonas' broke. Mine are alive and well, thanks for asking.
We stopped for lunch at a Black Lahu village... and stayed there for like 3 hours. I wandered around in the brush for the first 90 minutes or so while Chart and Dr
The hike that afternoon was demanding - more loose soil & leaves on steep slopes - and Christian suffered a sprained (or twisted) ankle. I avoided any injuries but sweated a lot, and we all were happy to have the sweet, juicy, refreshing peaches on hand
We slept in the next morning, and didn't break camp until 11 or so. The walk back to civilization was much less taxing than the previous days had been. Mostly we ambled along the banks of a stream littered with rocks that we skipped across multiple times. At one break, Chart found the prize snake of the trip: a juvenile banded krait resting in some branches in the water. Kraits are beautiful black & yellow banded snakes that are related to cobras (and are therefore pretty venomous), and I'd been hoping to see one. Dr. O left to head back to his village soon after the snake encounter, and the rest of us walked for another few hours through some great forest
Wednesday was a travel day, but at least the minibus to Chiang Mai (part one of the trip) was fun. I plugged Christian and myself into my i-Pod and then selected a bunch of songs I thought he might like and/or recognize. Talking Heads' "Wild Wild Life" and The Divine Comedy's "Gin-Soaked Boy" were surprise faves. We stopped in Chiang Mai for 1/2 hour, which was just long enough for me to trade my Myanmar LP in for a Laos book. The 6-hour ride further north to the border was sleepy and uneventful, but pleasant enough.
Chiang Khong is a typically boring border town: dusty and full of under-used guesthouses and businesses catering to border town-type trade. The three of us had a good dinner at a place called Bamboo House, though... they cooked up a mean chicken & cheese burrito with refried beans. It was also cool finally seeing the Mekong River - and Laos on the other side. We stayed at the PM Guesthouse, which was conveniently located above the travel agency that had our documents (we hoped). In the morning we picked up our passports (which were intact AND included Loas visas!), and after Jonas and I made a few unsuccessful attempts to call Bangkok and push back our June flights, we headed for the immigration office. Stamp, stamp, "kawb khun krab," and a 20Bt/5minute ferry ride... and we were in Laos!