02.10.2011 - 04.10.2011 30 °C
The journey wasn’t too bad but o my god the roads were horrendous. Roads with pot holes absolutely everywhere, the journey took twice as long because we had to swerve across the roads so that we didn’t get stuck. First impressions of Vang Vieng, absolutely beautiful mountain scenery. However the town its self was a bit too touristy, no chop sticks given with your food here. Our guesthouse was lovely, old wooden cabins in a jungle typesetting overlooking the jaw dropping mountain tops, incredible! On our first night we met up with some guys from all the places in the world, Salford haha! The next day we went to look round the shops and stalls in the local town, bought some fake Ray Bans, and a waterproof tubing pouch.
Tubing: Well here goes..... Tubing commenced at 1pm . I was so apprehensive.... such a wuss. All i kept thinking about was all the horror stories, the injuries and deaths whilst tubing. Tubing is where you float down the river on a rubber ring and stop off at each bar along the way to have a ‘bucket’ or two ( a bucket is well a bucket filled with alcohol normally very strong.) We took the boat across the river to the first bar where we were welcomed with a whisky shot, liquid lunch...nice ! Then onto the first bucket. There were people there that had been going for days, I have no idea how they were doing it. The people that work there are another thing altogether. On another planet you could describe it. One guy was like a ghost, I think he had been continually drinking for months and totally lost touch with reality. To be fair in Laos I think it would be very easy to loose yourself, its difficult to describe. The slow pace and beautiful surroundings put you in a dream type world. After our first bucket we went tubing down the river to the next bar. People threw out ropes from the side to help you in since the current was quite strong. At the next bar we drank some snake wine, totally vile! Then down came the rain, literally torrential rainfall. Everyone just carried on partying in the rain, was so much fun! Then there was the slide of death, beer pong and lots of spray paint.
This takes me to the horrendous part of our tubing experience. We stayed a bit too late and it was pitch black, and we got stuck with some very rowdy Australians. I ended up using the rest of my money to get across a stupid bridge and then the tuk tuk decided he didn’t want to take us into town. Dark of night in the middle of no where, pretty drunk, freezing and wet. Next minute the Australian guys broke into a fight with the Laos, no idea why. Then i had a guy on my shoulder, blood pouring out of his head, because he had apparently been hit over the head with a spanner (as Daniel Reed said ' that sure put a spanner in the works didn’t it'). This is the point that I went into shock, i just could not move. It was bizarre i was so scared i was griping onto the tuk tuk like a mad lady! this is when the tuk tuk man finally decided to take us into the town.
The next day in our hangover state we chilled on the balcony overhanging the river front, spectacular mountain fronts in view, chill out music and a cheeseburger