goat boat
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| Docked at Pakbeng |
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| View from the toilet |
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| Making a sale |
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| Fucking elbow... |
We entered Laos via a water taxi across the Mekong. After falling victim to a minor cash exchange scam at the border crossing, we caught our slow boat in preparation for the two day journey down the river. Day one was rough - we were in the back of the boat cramped next to the deafening engine, stuck behind a chain smoker. We recovered and spent the night in the small town of Pakbeng, which seems to exist mainly to service travelers. The next morning we boarded early enough to secure prime seating, a collection of baguette sandwiches in tow (thank you France, boo colonialism). It was a much more pleasant nine hour cruise to Luang Prabang, the old capital of Laos. The scenery was great, and we must have caught the local rather than the express, because we stopped at a number of interesting Mekong villages along the way, picking up and dropping off passengers, produce, chickens, and motorbikes.
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