Another early start this morning. We leave Pak Beng at 7.30am, but, not until we look over the misty Mekong with the jungle almost down to waters edge while scoffing down a very nice breakfast. The Sanctuary Pak Beng Eco Lodge is very nice, better than the place Dale and I stayed in a few years ago.




During breakfast, Telegram Sam is struggling to recall what day of the week it is, then the jam he liberally spreads over his toast reminds him of a flavour, something from his past, an obscure flavour from the history of his taste buds, “delightful!”, he says, Hbum bursts his bubble by saying its pineapple. We remind him, its OK, its a sign of early mental demise and he should start thinking about making his Tasmanian bolt hole more suitable for an ageing occupant. However his enlightening dissertation on the process of transpiration, while largely mind numbing in its complexity, does demonstrate he can find some of his brain cells at will.
It’s a chill morning on the Mekong, cool in more than the temperature variety. As we’re leaving Pak Beng an elephant wanders out of the jungle on the other side of the river at the Elephant Conservation Park. I missed it, the orders didn’t.
The kilometres melt away to the gentle throb of the diesel motor of our boat. There’s a quietness this morning that wasn’t there yesterday, people have settled into the slow pace, there’s no alternative options, we’re on the boat until we’re not.
We notice the boats owner/driver hands the wheel to his grandson while he takes a pit stop.
Lunch is early, its chicken, rice, a tomato sauce, vegetables and fruit. We are pretty well fed.
The boat is much quieter this afternoon, its so pleasant with the coolish humid air brushing past your face as the boat pushes on.
Pak Ou Caves is a busy place, a bit grubby, a bit disorganised, I’ve seen it before and the Navigator is reticent to climb the steps into the cave. Claustrophobia and the smell of stale urine might have impacted her decision.
Onwards to a village, where we walk from the boat over a jetty of bamboo, old air force metal landing pads, and stringy timber to get to the “Whisky Village”. We do the obligatory look around the shops and head back to the boat.
A short time later we arrive in Luang Prabang. The accomodation is very nice so we unpack, shower and meet the others for a dinner on the banks of the Mekong. A wild eyed beautiful Equadorean girl chats to us, she’s crazy, a higher being sent her to Laos, but not before she was beaten up in Thailand, but that was also part the grand plan for her, apparently! She was a few ponies short in the top paddock, but easy on the eyes.
We braved the night markets before returning to our respective abodes for a long nights sleep. Tomorrow is an easy day.
Ciao from Luang Prabang
Pauolo








































































































