Vang Vieng
This morning I hired the smallest, slowest bike ever, to cycle out of the not-so-interesting town of Vang Vieng to find some caves. The ride there hit me with plenty of confusing signs to fake caves and lots of naked children "hi-diving" me to gleeful shouts of "Sabidee" (hello). However, when I was on the correct route (I didn't have a map) the cycling was only a little to rocky / puddly and the scenery was stunning. Limestone karsts erupted from the clouds all around and then the sun appeared to heat up the tops of my legs and arms to near burn stage.
To make the most of my stay in Vang Vieng and to follow my cousin's recommendation, I then decided to go tubing. I picked up my inner tube and spent the journey upstream in the pick up listening to horror stories about currents, slides and deaths. Ignoring these I gingerly hopped into the extremely fast-flowing muddy brown river and settled down for a great ride.
Tubing turned out to be a much smoother, less exhausting way to enjoy the valley and I had a fantastic time. I did get beached at one point which was painful as your bum hits the ground first and when I wasn't really sure where to disembark some local boys 'kindly' dragged me to the bank. It was tricky to hold on to my valuables and refuse to give a tip, but I succeeded.
(Sandwiches today at new vendor were inferior - cheese and mayonnaise? Seriously? And every bloody bar plays F.R.I.E.N.D.S on repeat. Every one.)
This morning I hired the smallest, slowest bike ever, to cycle out of the not-so-interesting town of Vang Vieng to find some caves. The ride there hit me with plenty of confusing signs to fake caves and lots of naked children "hi-diving" me to gleeful shouts of "Sabidee" (hello). However, when I was on the correct route (I didn't have a map) the cycling was only a little to rocky / puddly and the scenery was stunning. Limestone karsts erupted from the clouds all around and then the sun appeared to heat up the tops of my legs and arms to near burn stage.
To make the most of my stay in Vang Vieng and to follow my cousin's recommendation, I then decided to go tubing. I picked up my inner tube and spent the journey upstream in the pick up listening to horror stories about currents, slides and deaths. Ignoring these I gingerly hopped into the extremely fast-flowing muddy brown river and settled down for a great ride.
Tubing turned out to be a much smoother, less exhausting way to enjoy the valley and I had a fantastic time. I did get beached at one point which was painful as your bum hits the ground first and when I wasn't really sure where to disembark some local boys 'kindly' dragged me to the bank. It was tricky to hold on to my valuables and refuse to give a tip, but I succeeded.
(Sandwiches today at new vendor were inferior - cheese and mayonnaise? Seriously? And every bloody bar plays F.R.I.E.N.D.S on repeat. Every one.)
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