A Day in the Life...

In an attempt to see the real Laos, we set out to Muang Ngoi. For most of the people in Laos, life is more about surviving than it is about cell phone ring tones. In fact, the majority of the population of Laos lives along the shores of the Mekong river, and this river is their life. It provides fish for them to eat, water for them to drink, cook with, or bathe in, and the only means by which to travel.

From Luang Prabang we set out north by bus for three hours. In Nong Kiew, we boarded a time machine in the form of yet another speed boat, and in one hours time we were transformed from modern civilization to life in it's simplest form. Along the way we noticed women cleverly bathing in the water so as not to reveal too much skin. Animals bravely roamed the steep hills which remained bare. And children populated the row boats, sometimes fishing but mostly just messing around.


Muang Ngoi is a village that has seen a recent invasion of backpackers. This has changed the dynamic of the place noticeably, as there are signs in English welcoming travelers to restaurants and guest houses. A couple of bucks a night can sustain life, and so tourists are welcomed with open arms, great big smiles, and a limited-but impressive English vocabulary.


In the morning we set out to explore the surrounding villages, which of course are within walking distance of each other. At 12:30pm we arrived in a small village called Banna. As usual, chickens roamed freely and the high puppy to adult dog ratio made us wonder...? A quick stroll through town revealed a party taking place on main street. As we cautiously approached the festivities, the music grew louder and a vaguely familiar aroma was detected. It smelled, sounded, and looked like any keg party that I've ever been to. The women danced (and I use this term loosely as they mostly just staggered around with their hands in the air) and the men knocked over tables which sent bottles crashing into the mud below. They all grinned at each other and were oblivious to our existence. These people were wasted, and why shouldn't they be, it was a Saturday!


Meanwhile, 45 minutes down the road it's business as usual. Actually, it seems more like this village had their party yesterday, and today is more of a recovery day. We once again approach cautiously, passing a family of free roaming pigs this time as we make our way through town. Our arrival is met with mixed reviews from the locals. Children excitedly scream, "Saibaidee" and gaze at us with interest at us, the exciting visitors. The adults do their best to ignore our presence, and we smile to try and communicate that we mean no harm.


As we exit town, the pre-teens that we just passed gave us the farewell I was expecting by throwing rocks at us. We walk along in silent amazement at what we just saw. The path has been widened here, quite obviously to make room for a new road which will connect this village to the outside world. It's pretty clear from the reception we received that there are mixed reviews about this road, but it seems the younger crowd won the vote.