Sep 292013
 
Stupa Xieng Kok

Stupa Xieng Kok

 

Xiengkok Road

Xiengkok Road

 

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xeingkok

 

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Laos Myanmar bridge over the Mekong, Wan Kyn is the town just over the Mekong from Xieng Kok Laos

Laos Myanmar bridge over the Mekong, Wan Kyn is the town just over the Mekong from Xieng Kok Laos

 

Xiengkok Port

Xiengkok Port

 

Xiengkok Mekong Bridge

Xiengkok Mekong Bridge

 

Friendshi9p Bridge 4 houaxyay ChiangKhong

Friendshi9p Bridge 4 houaxyay ChiangKhong

 

Houay Xai 202

Houay Xai 202

 

Border Control Complex Chiangkhong

Border Control Complex Chiangkhong

 

One of the many ferries moving fuel tankers soon to be retired

One of the many ferries moving fuel tankers soon to be retired

 

Bridge Deck ready for traffic

Bridge Deck ready for traffic

 

View on bridge deck looking West

View on bridge deck looking West

 

Mekong Span at Houayxai

Mekong Span at Houayxai

 

One of new Hotels in the Old town of Houay Xai

One of new Hotels in the Old town of Houay Xai

 

 

 

 

Houay Xai border complex

Houay Xai border complex

 

New Monument at Crossroads

New Monument at Crossroads

 

Resorts Sprouting up along the new road

Resorts Sprouting up along the new road

 

Army Veihicle getting maintenance

Army Vehicle getting maintenance

Nov 062012
 
Terrieng villager Ban Bouang Kaleum

Terrieng villager Ban Bouang Kaleum

 

Teriang Ethnic villager Ban Laboy Southern Laos

Teriang Ethnic villager Ban Laboy Southern Laos

 

Sekhai Market just outside Vientiane

Sekhai Market just outside Vientiane

 

Kids pulling a handmade cart

 

Banana seller Lao Bao on Road 9

Banana seller Lao Bao on Road 9

 

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Pepsi bottle with Gasoline, No Smoking!

 

Xam Neua Northern Laos

Xam Neua Northern Laos

 

Kareum district home made toys

Kareum district home made toys

 

Akha Tribal Villager Muang Sing District

Akha Tribal Villager Muang Sing District

 

Sam Lien Thon Kham

Sam Lien Thon Kham

 

Ban Laboy On the Ho Chi Minh trail

Ban Laboy On the Ho Chi Minh trail

 

Hmong Festival Phou Khoun District Laos

Hmong Festival Phou Khoun District Laos

 

Alak Village Kaleum Ho Chi Minh trail Southern Laos

Alak Village Kaleum Ho Chi Minh trail Southern Laos

 

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Hmong festival

 

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Brau Ethnic People Southern Provinces of Laos

 

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Support base, local girl eating noodle soup. Northern Laos

 

Tribal Villager Northern Laos selling Chinese beer

Tribal Villager Northern Laos selling Chinese beer

 

Villager Nong Fa Southern Laos

Villager Nong Fa Southern Laos

 

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Tribal villager on the Ho Chi Minh trail

Tribal villager Ban La Hap, on the Ho Chi Minh trail

 

Hmong Festival and Phone

Hmong Festival and Phone

 

tribal villager sticky rice

tribal villager sticky rice

 

Katu Villager, tribal celebration

Katu Villager, tribal celebration

 

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Riding a bike Nongfa Lake Attepeu Southern Laos

 

Hmong man with a freshly killed buffalo head

 

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Tribal villager and son gathering wood Lao Vietnam border

 

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Meo villager Phongsali district Northern Laos

 

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Viengthong 53 km

 

Phongsali province young student reading

Phongsali province young student reading

 

Pou Noi villagers weaving at  young age

Pou Noi villagers weaving at young age

 

 

Ngai Villager Dak Cheung district Southern Laos

Ngai Villager Dak Cheung district Southern Laos

 

Villagers collecting wood high in the mountains  Phongsali province

Villagers collecting wood high in the mountains Phongsali province

 

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Tribal villager and son on the Ho Chi Minh trail Laos

 

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Jackhammer crew, on mountain cut Kasi District

 

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Buddhist Monk Vientiane province

 

Local fisherman on the Tonle Repeu river border with Cambodia

Local fisherman on the Tonle Repeu river border with Cambodia

 

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Xam Neua province Big smile from kid on a scooter

 

Ta-Oy-villagers

Ethnic villagers along a remote section of the Ho Chi Minh trail.
What, never seen a foreigner before?

 

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Coconut Kid, a young tribal villager carrying water to the village

 

Laosgpsmap Kmu Village Luang Prabang Province

Laosgpsmap Kmu Village Luang Prabang Province

 

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Red Mud and big smiles chugging a load of fresh cut timber.

 

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Ethnic villagers smoking at a young age

 

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Young child helping here family sell vegetables on the side of the road Hongsa

 

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Akha tribes people Oudomxay province Northern Laos

 

Dakcheung Province, crossbow hunting

 

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LaosGPSmap-Cooking breakfast Kmu village

 

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Ban Bac children posing for the camera

 

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Children are encouraged to help out from an early age, as seen here in this Hmong village Nong Het district Northern Laos

 

Alak Village Kaleum Ho Chi Minh trail Southern Laos

Alak Village Kaleum Ho Chi Minh trail Southern Laos

 

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Farmer carrying field plow, Phonsavan Northern Laos

 

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Hua Pan province, happy girl Houay Ma village

 

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Akha hill tribe, Ban Boun Tai Northern Laos, blue dye on here hands is from working with weaving products.

 

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Chain saw man, the saw is as big as the bike, Logging is a bustling trade with wood prices very high due to demand in China.

 

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Cow girl getting the herd home before the storm hits.
Ponsavan, Northern Laos

 

Akha woman in the Jungle

 

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Hmong Villager Muang Pek District Norhern Laos

 

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Motorcycle seller, Vientiane province

 

Goldpanner

Goldpanning Ban San Noi Northern Laos

 

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Phongsali District man making gun from scratch

 

Kasi district Local kids taking a break from rice farming

 

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local villager mining gold, Nonghet district Northern laos

 

Hmong New Year Xieng Khouang Laos Plain of Jars

Hmong New Year Xieng Khouang Laos Plain of Jars

 

Village girl fishing Kamouane province

 

Kids in a cart in the rain, Gnomalat

 

Old woman with small fish for dinner..

 

Crossbow hunting

 

Village elder along the Ho Chi Minh trail

 

Ta Oy Villager

 

 

Ta Oy district

 

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Kids swimming in a fountain Muang Xai District Northern Laos

 

Brau ethnic villager Attepue province

 

Dak Cheung district woman smoking a big cigar.

 

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Ban Bang, Karuem district Ta Oy villager and her baby.

 

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Bouarapha district 3 kids posing with fish traps

 

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Catch of the day Saravanh Southern Laos

 

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Morning light the Mae Ban prepairing breakfast

 

Mounpalok District Southern Laos young girl going to school

Mounpalok District Southern Laos young girl going to school

 

Weaver in village Northern Laos

Weaver in village Northern Laos

Army Checkpoint and Cha Hawn

Army Checkpoint and Cha Hawn

Nov 022012
 

The Vientiane Boat Racing Festival is held every year, starting from the 15th day in the 11th month in lunar calendar.

The actual race is held on the 16th day, with heats starting early in the morning. Over 20 dragon boats and rower/paddler teams line up for the race on the Mekong River. The entrants come from all around Laos to compete in this significant festival.

Fa Ngum road, the road along the Mekong River bank, and other streets leading to the river are lined with stalls days before the actual festival starts. These sell all kind of clothes, food (especially grilled chicken and sticky rice cooked in bamboo pipes), fruits, and drinks. There are also sideshows, such as pop-the-balloons, where small prizes can be won all over the place.
There are usually three categories of boats: sport for men; traditional for men; and traditional for women. Teams of rowers are usually sponsored either by big name companies, such as Beer Lao, and telecom companies or by ministries or organisations in Vientiane.

On the race day, the town comes alive with noise and festivity as the teams make their way to the river either by truck or walking, banging drums and singing. The streets to and along the Mekong River bank are very crowded as thousands of spectators cram along to cheer their teams.


 


Oct 222012
 

“in Laos stick to the main Route 13, which runs the length of the country from south to north.

It’s paved, in good shape and traffic is light. The few cars and trucks on the road go relatively slow and give cyclists plenty of space when passing.

Go off the main road and it’s a different story. Your back road will almost certainly be dirt and little more than one big mud puddle in wet season. It may not even exist. Triple check with locals before heading off onto a road that looks promising on your map. Just because it’s marked as a big red line doesn’t mean it’s at all suitable to cover on a bicycle or that construction has even been finished.

As an example of how misleading maps can be, we were planning to cover Route 23 in southern Laos until we met someone who had just come from that road. She had to walk for two days because there was nothing more than a forest path and this was an allegedly major road on our map. We later saw pictures of the road and it was just a rocky, sandy track.

Maps of Laos are almost impossible to find in the country. Bring one from home or just wing it.”

motorcycle tour laos

Ban Khockhao do, doodle do

Motorcycle Laos Nam Ngum Lake

Motorcycle Laos Nam Ngum Lake

 

Motorcycle laos road 1 D Nov, 2012

 

Motorcycle laos xepon valley, motorbike laos

 

Motorcycle Laos jungle track

 

Motorcycle Laos crossing Baily bridge near Muang Mok

 

Home made scooter in a Hmong village, Phongsali

 

Trail riding Plane of Jars (PDJ), just like a golf course. Motorbike Laos

Laos Proviincial road 4529 at 1900 meters elevation

 

Motorcycle tour up the Mekong river via local canoe

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Sometimes there’s no getting around it? Mud Mud Mud…

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Plain of Jars at it’s best rain season 2012

Mekong river cruise, Laos style

motorbike Laos, river crossing Baja 250, crossing the Xe La Mang river Ta Oy district

 

motorbike Laos, small bridge what fun

 

motorbike Laos, deep mudhole

 

motorbike Laos, how to de water a bike after a deep river crossing

 

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Jungle track on the road to Paravek

 

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Hmong man with a fresh kill of water buffalo

 

Motorcycle art at local shop on the road, Laos Self guided tours, motorbike Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos, Nam Moen river ferry, full up.

 

 

Champasak Southern Laos, red dust and sunset

 

Motorcycle Laos, ridge-top road there is no better riding than this!

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Steep section of the Ho Chi Minh trail, 3 people will get her up this steep rocky hill.

Rainy season deep in the Ho Chi Minh trail, taking a breather from all the mud bogs.. Motorcycle Laos, at its best

 

Paksong Southern Laos, motorcycles under those plastic bags

 

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Morning bread run, full up, Talat Sow Vientiane, morining market

 

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Big logs Longest dirt ride ever in Malaysia

Oct 192012
 

The Worst Motorcycle in Laos
by Christopher Tharp

It was the ride of his life.

It was a 100cc Chinese make ‘ a glorified scooter, actually’ the type of four speed bike that is ubiquitous throughout Southeast Asia. The horn was burned out, along with the electric starter and both turning signals. The tires were bald. Neither the speedometer nor the gas gauge functioned. The silver-dollar sized mirrors looked as if they had been ripped from makeup compacts and attached to the bike with safety pins, spinning freely on their mounts like reflective whirly-gigs. The black paint job was ancient and covered in deep scratches. The hand brake didn’t work at all, and the foot brake felt as if it was attached with a worn out rubber band. Despite its many flaws, the bike held one advantage over the only other motorcycle to be had in town that day: It started.

FINDING IT
By the time I rolled into Tha Khaek I had been traveling for nearly twenty four hours: A night bus from Bangkok to Vientiane, an overpriced tuk-tuk to the bus station, followed by an eight-hour Lao local that dumped me off in this rotting ex-colonial town.I had come to Tha Khaek as part of my greater sweep through southern Laos. I had been to the northern part of the country the year before and this time wished to explore the quieter and less-visited southern half. I was seeking isolation, natural beauty, and adventure, and southern Laos seemed just the place to get it. And how would I find it? By motorcycle, of course.I had gotten the idea for a specific bike trip from a certain guide book, the same guide book that every western tourist clutches like a Gucci handbag, as they wander along the dusty streets of a new town like lost pets. The book mentions a three or four day motorcycle trip that some travelers do out of Tha Khaek, commonly referred to as “The Loop”. It says that the trip takes you through beautiful and remote country, and that it can be performed on a 100cc bike. But can you take one of these down a rocky dirt track and into the hills of southern Laos, through rural villages, across rutted tracks and rice paddies? The book recommended the trip, or at least mentions it as a possibility. But had the writer actually done it himself? Bleary-eyed and hungry enough to eat my own shoes, I staggered off of the local bus and had the rare pleasure of being left alone. No touts swarmed, no children hawked photocopied versions of the guide book, no cyclo drivers chased me down the street shouting “Mister! Mister! Where you go?” A woman and her children, sitting nearby, half-heartedly regarded me, but their attention was better held by the sticky rice and yellowish roast chicken on a stick in front of them. After a few minutes, a tuk-tuk came by, which proceeded to take me to the Tha Khaek Travel Lodge, a guest house that serves the smattering of tourists who pass through, not to be confused with the teddy-bear mascotted cheap motel chain back home, home to endless meth labs and Phish fans. This Travel Lodge was a compound of sorts, with a courtyard in front, complete with nightly bonfires. So I checked into the shockingly cheap hostel-like dormitory room and proceeded down to the fire, where I chatted with some fellow travelers, downed several bottles of ice-cold beer Lao, and feasted on laap, which is Lao’s national dish of ground beef, onions, and ass-searing chilis. After a lager-induced black sleep, I took a cold shower and made my way downstairs for breakfast, which consisted of a noodle soup that had to be ordered twice. This phantom-dish phenomenon plagued me the whole trip, but my patience always endured. It was Laos, after all, where time moves as if it’s encased in a thick gelatin. Laos is also a communist nation that has only recently opened up for visitors, and the people just aren’t used to capitalism, especially in the south, where the tourists are few. Food and drink orders are often met with a panicked look of utter confusion – the proverbial deer in the lights before it meets its end in the grill of a Mack truck. Bills are glacially tallied with looks of semi-despair, as if the people adding them up are working out impossible calculus equations or deciphering cuniform.

The colonial French had a famous saying:

“The Vietnamese plant the rice. The Cambodians watch it grow. The Lao listen to it grow.”

After my two hour noodle breakfast, I asked the guesthouse if there were any motorbikes available; I was informed that they were all rented out. So I slapped on some sunscreen and decided to walk into the town to try my luck.

Tha Khaek is a provincial capital, so there are some large administrative buildings in town, imposing and looking the part of bastions of communist authority. I walked down the main street towards the river, past pharmacies and dark garages, past women grilling chicken and selling boiled eggs, past young men lounging on their motorbikes and daring each other to try out their English on me. Most of the buildings were low, with faded paint that was cracked or peeling off. The closer I got to the river, the more dilapidated the buildings became, and the more the street became a mixture of paved parts and red dirt patches, as if the town itself was slowly falling into the brown waters of the Mekong. Chickens ran free, and dogs, some with sickeningly-severe mange, laid next to trash mounds and broken concrete on the roadside.

Acting on a tip from the guesthouse, I tracked down SV Rentals, a company that rents out all kinds of equipment for any need in Laos. The company was located in a massive garage near the riverside. Inside were numerous cars – including two brand new shiny Hummers, along with some construction equipment, and two sorry looking 100cc motorbikes. When I asked about the bikes, I was presented with a note, evidently from the guy responsible for renting them to foreigners. It became quickly apparent that this mystery man was the only person in the whole complex who spoke any English at all.

“Dear Sir or Madam,

Today I family out of the town the go. Rent motorbike to leave passport with man and taking key. Sorry to problem.

After choosing the one bike that ran, I handed over my passport and around $30 in Thai baht and was off, cruising down the cracked road of Tha Khaek and joining the locals, most of whom were riding much nicer-looking bikes. The first thing I did was stop into the nearest garage and have my mirco-mirrors tightened. Little did I know of how many more Lao mechanics’ garages I would see over the next few days. I would experience a real life Zen of motorcycle maintenance, emptying my mind while watching Buddhist after Buddhist labor over my sad machine.

DAY 1

The road heading west out of Tha Khaek was two-laned and mostly paved – a luxury in road-challenged Laos. I opened up the bike and took in the scenery. To my left a turquoise river snaked up the valley – deep cool pools tempted me to stop the bike and have a refreshing swim, but I had just begun the journey and wanted to get some kilometers under my wheels. The road wound through farmland – mainly rice paddies with bored looking water buffaloes or groups of malicious black goats. Huge limestone mountains shot up on both sides of me, looking as if they had been crammed through the Earth by massive hands. The scenery was both stunning and magical. I breathed deeply and took it in with joy, reminding myself that this was why I had come back to Laos.After about thirty minutes of riding, I came upon two other Westerners on 100cc bikes. Their names were Inga and Steve, a couple of Belgian backpackers who had decided to take on The Loop as well. I had actually met them over breakfast while waiting for my no-show noodles. Inga sported tattoos and dreadlocks, displaying a hard edge against Steve’s laid back and smiling demeanor. I would pass them several times on the trip, only to be overtaken by them when I was broken down on the side of the road or in a village. We became companions of sorts, both out to conquer this loop on woefully underequipped machines.It was in the town of Gnomalat, the first real settlement since I left Tha Khaek, where I experienced my initial setback. My foot brake barely worked in the first place, and I noticed it getting even weaker every time I used it. This was of great concern, of course, since it was the only thing which could save me from certain death by water buffalo collision or a nasty plunge into a ravine. As I was crossing a small bridge and leaving the town, it failed entirely. The pedal went straight into the dirt of the road. So I gingerly rode the bike back into the dusty town and stopped at the first mechanic I saw. He was located in a dirt-floored shack at the bottom of a steep embankment. It took both of us to roll the bike down the path and into his shaded shop. The place was littered with grease-covered motorcycle parts, tools, and cigarette buts.The mechanic did some adjusting on the brake pedal and replaced the actual disk while his compatriots stood around, smoked, and commented in sing-songy Lao. With authority he pushed down on the brake and smiled to me as the wheel actually stopped.

“Okay? Okay?” he said.

“Okay,” I responded.

Fifteen minutes and two dollars later, I was once again crossing the bridge and now blazing out of town, heading down a ruler-straight stretch of road which shot up to the Nakai Plateau. My day’s destination was the actual town of Nakai. So I stopped to check the guidebook map to see how far I had to go, and once satisfied that Nakai was only an hour or two off, I happily jumped down on the kick start to continue on my way.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again. Again. Again.

The bike was refusing to start. I kicked down on the starter ten more times with no results. I then ran the bike along the road, hopped on, and attempted a pop start. Again, nothing. After several more tries to pop start it, I cursed the sky and began the long, sweaty push back into Gnomalat.

As I toiled underneath the afternoon sun, Inga and Steve – the Belgian duo – putted up. I informed them of my troubles and they shook their heads and rode on, with promises to see me up the road. A few minutes later a local man rode up and gave me a push by placing one of his feet on my passenger peg. I then popped the bike into gear and managed to get it started, albeit with greatly diminished compression and power. My helper smiled and rode away, and I crawled my bike back into the town. As I came upon the bridge, I pushed down on my footbrake, which failed exactly as it did before, in the same spot, even. The pedal went straight into the ground and then kicked back up, right into the flesh of my leg, leaving a nasty bruise and bleeding gash. The bike then died. Again.

Covered in sweat, dust, and annoyance, I was approached by three Westerners on proper dirt bikes.

“You are having some sort of problem?”

From the sound of his accent, I figured him to be French. Laos is full of French people, smoking, gesticulating, and checking up on state of their former colonial holding.

My savior was indeed French, as were his two companions, and he gave me a push back to the mechanic’s, where we immediately handed the bike back over for further work. As I talked to the French trio, I learned that they were living and working in the area. It seems that a massive dam was being constructed on the Nam Hin Bun, a large river in the area. The three were employed by a French company involved with the project. As we waited for the mechanic to replace my faulty sparkplug and once again take on the evil foot brake, one of the Gallic trio sped off on his bike, quickly returning with two cold and glistening bottles of beer Laos. We passed the bottles around and drank – the cold delicious beer a welcome addition in my parched mouth. One wonderful thing about the French is their ability to enjoy a good drink or bit of food, even in the most uninviting conditions.

Before I knew it, the French had departed, and I was back on my bike, which now ran with full force and gusto. I crossed the bridge for what would be the last time, and sped straight up towards the Nakai Plateau.

At one point the semi-paved road gave way to a rought dirt and rocks. According to the guide book and those I talked to, it would stay this way for the next 80 kilometers or so. This slowed my progress, as I had to watch out for large and sharp rocks protruding from the roadway. I had also entered a construction zone, since every two minutes a cement or dump truck, coming from or going to the dam site, would barrel by, kicking up enough dust to bury a small town. I wrapped my scarf around my face and firmly placed my sunglass around my head, braving the huge clouds of dust which regularly obscured my view and took over the whole road. A red and white sign warned me of the obvious hazard in Lao script and English:

“BEWARE THE TREUKS IN-OUT.”

I began to climb up to the plateau, switch backing through verdant jungle, punctuated by small farms growing tobacco and rice. Despite the onslaught of trucks I was making good progress and the bike was running well. Even the hated foot brake felt as if it may hold for the rest of the trip.

Eventually the road stopped winding and climbing and I rolled into a proper town, or what passes for one in remote areas of Laos. Was this Nakai? Had I reached my day’s goal? The roads were dirt and the whole place covered in reddish dust. It had the feel a frontier boomtown – a result of the work the dam project had brought, to be sure. As I entered the town I noticed a large billboard. In English it boldy welcomed me, but the name of the place wasn’t “Nakai.” I supposed that this was a town not accounted for on the map and decided to press on until I came to the real Nakai.

It wasn’t until it was after dark and a good twenty kilometers up the rough dirt road that I realized my mistake. The night before, around the campfire at the Travel Lodge, an American I met was loudly carrying on about his recent trip on The Loop. I was a bit drunk, more than exhausted, and not paying him the strict attention probably warranted.

“Once you get to the top of the plateau,” he said, “you’ll come to Nakai. Only the locals call it by another name. This happens a lot in Laos. The government has its official names, and the locals have theirs.”

So it was now dark and quite cold and I had overshot my town by over an hour. The next real settlement was at least sixty kilometers down a rocky and unforgiving stretch of road. I would have to turn back.

When I rode back into what I now thought to be Nakai, I was badly in need of some food, not to mention beer and a place to stay. I didn’t see any guesthouses in the town, though I had been told that there was one. What I did see, parked outside of a small restaurant, was a fully decked out 250cc Yamaha dirt bike. I quickly surmised that it did not belong to a local, most of whom prefer the small 100′s, like the one that was under me.

I parked my bike and walked into the restaurant and sat right down next to a Westerner decked out in dirt bike armor and typing away on an expensive-looking laptop. This was in place lit by a fluorescent light bulb with a dirt floor. The incongruity was stark, to say the least.

“Where’s Nakai?” I asked, not bothering to introduce myself.

“You’re in it, man. You’re here. Have a seat and grab a beer.”

His name was Don, and he was American. He was an expat, spending most of his time on his sailboat in Malaysia. Don was living the dream, of sorts, in that he had made enough money to pack it all up, wave goodbye to his friends, buy a boat, and sail halfway around the world. He was in his mid fifties and sported a dirty blond ponytail, which, with his dirt bike getup, took a good fifteen years off his appearance. I ordered a beer and Don immediately set out to show me his state-of-the-art laptop. Using Bluetooth sattelite technology, Don was able to log on to the internet in the most undeveloped areas of Laos, in places where some people have never even seen a computer. But the real reason Don brought such equipment with him had little to do with email or checking his stocks: Don was making maps. He spent four months of the year motorcycling around Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam, all the while filling in the details on satellite maps. Every village on every dirt track was meticulously plotted, within thirty foot accuracy, according to him. He claimed to have the most comprehensive and accurate map of Cambodia in existence. He said that he had “finished” the country.

This was Don’s hobby, and he was passionate about it. He told me that it cost him a lot of money and time, and that he hoped to one day financially profit from it. But I could tell that money wasn’t a huge concern for Don, despite that fact that he kept bemoaning the weakness of the dollar versus the strength of the Thai baht.

But soon the conversation switched form cartography to my my own foolhardy quest. He shook his head and laughed.

“You’re gonna try to make it down the rest of this road, all the way to Lak Sao, on a 100cc scooter? You’ll never make it man! I’d turn my ass back if I was you.”

“I know I can do it. These little bikes are tougher than you may think,” I replied. I owned one back in Korea, where I lived, and it served me well.

“Listen man – that road is a construction zone. This dam project is a big deal, it’s being financed by the World Bank. The road is nothing but potholes and rocks and dirt and dump trucks roaring by every thirty seconds. And that guide book is telling backpackers to come ride up here? They’re out of their fucking minds.”

We let it rest at that and after a hearty dinner of rice, soup, and some sort of fried meat (Beef? Buffalo? Cat?), Don and I drank a couple more beers, and then he showed me the way to the guesthouse, a sprawling complex around the corner from the restaurant that was mainly being used to house workers on the dam project. I got a room and fell into a deep night’s sleep.

DAY 2

When I left the guesthouse in the morning, Don’s bike was already gone. He was probably halfway to the Vietnamese border, mapping dried riverbeds and counting chickens. I was hungry, so I stopped at a restaurant with a sign in English, usually a strong hint that their menu will be in the same tongue. I was lucky – I could indeed read the menu, so I ordered a bowl of noodle soup that did not take two hours to get to my table. It came right away, actually, as did the two cups of thick Lao coffee that charged me up for an uncertain day’s ride.Day two on The Loop started like day one, with breathtaking scenery, a happy motorbike, and the full body thrill that always comes with cruising down the road in an exotic country. I passed through more rice paddies and thick forests. The trees cast their cool shadows over the road and the truck traffic was minimal. The morning sun warmed my back and everything was bright and good.Of course this bliss was doomed to end, and it did so abruptly, in the form of a large rock in the middle of the road. Crack! My back tire hit it with full force, blasting out all of the air and kicking the rock straight up into the chain, which responded by jumping the sprocket. In less than a second, my peaceful morning cruise was transformed into a roadside stall-out in the middle of nowhere. So I did what I had learned to do the day before in such situations: I pushed.Within ten minutes I was pushing the bike into a small village called Ban Nongboham. The area was dotted with these villages, clusters of wooden huts with thatch roofs, surrounded by fields with crops. All of the buildings were built on stilts – the rainy season was evidently serious business in these parts. As I strained into the village, I came across an open-faced hut with a woman inside. In front of her was one dusty counter with a smattering of goods for sale – a few cans of orange Fanta, some pink rolls of toilet paper, bottles containing gasoline, and unidentifiable foodstuffs packed in plastic wrappers (Nuts? Dates? Insects?). The woman smiled and greeted me loudly with the all-purpose Lao greeting:

“Sabaidee!”

“Sabaidee!” I replied, as I always did. At every village I rode through, the people – adult and child alike – would briefly stop what they were doing, wave, and hit me with their best shout-out.

The woman immediately followed her greeting with a litany of Lao, a language that I could only say “hello” and “thank you” in. She seemed unconcerned with my incomprehension. Surely any foreigner who would ride a motorcycle into this part of the country would be at least semi-facile in the language, she seemed to assume.

I just pointed to the tire and then pointed to the chain, shaking my head as to indicate a problem. She understood at once, and shouted to a dirty-faced little boy who meekly took us in from the other side of the road. She then motioned to the little boy and told me to follow him. Even though I didn’t understand the words, the intent was clear, and for a moment I convinced myself that I could actually understand the language, a self-delusion that I commonly fall into when confused in Asia.

I followed the little boy deeper into the village, past a line of huts. Hairy black pigs rooted in the dirt. Chickens of all ages clucked and ran in terror as I approached. Trash littered the ground, along with half burnt pieces of wood and dried cakes of cow shit. This village was poor. It lacked both running water and electricity. It also seemed to lack men, as the only people observing me were women, the younger of whom held infants to their breasts. It then occurred to me that the men were probably out in the fields – either that or they had recently been rounded up by government troops, taken to a deep part of the forest, and shot. I began to harbor serious doubts that my motorbike could be fixed. These doubts were soon assuaged, however, by the arrival of The Mechanic.

The Mechanic was a man, though one unsuited for farm work. He was deformed, with shriveled and useless legs. He had matted long hair with bits of wood and grass in it and wore an old army jacket so filthy that I had an impulse to yank it off and burn it. He got around on his hands, which seem longer and broader than usual, but perhaps this was only a result of him ambling about on them for a lifetime. He looked like he was in his early 30′s, the perfect age for a prenatal victim of Agent Orange, which the U.S. government mercilessly sprayed over this part of Laos throughout the Indochina War. The Mechanic looked at me, flashed me a smile, lit a cigarette, and made his way to my bike for an inspection. By the look on his face I could tell that the fix would be no problem, and he was soon barking orders to the gang of bored looking boys who had gathered around us to take in the action. One boy scurried up a ladder and into a hut, reappearing with a burlap bag filled with some tools. The Mechanic quickly got to work, ripping off the tired and tube, locating the leak, and patching it up. At one point, when his kid helper couldn’t locate the extra tire patching, The Mechanic climbed up the ladder and into the hut, using only his arms and doing so with the confidence of an expert. He came back down with the patch tube and finished the job.

He easily re-railed the chain, even tightening it up a bit with his wrench. When the bike was ready to go I paid him his fee – one dollar – and went on my way.

The next stretch of road was the most isolated and beautiful on the Nakai Plateau. The villages disappeared, and soon I was riding through untouched forests and jungle. The traffic was light, and I made a steady but reasonable pace down the rocky road. My goal for the day was the town of Lak Sao, the last stop in Lao before the border with Vietnam. Within an hour I was crossing the Nam Hin Bun, which stretched out below me and reflected the noon sun. A new bridge was being built a half of kilometer up, and soon, within a year or two, the river would be dammed (Or should I say “damned?”) and much of what I had seen would be underwater. Ahhhh, progress. The words of Edward Abbey, whose “Desert Solitaire” I had completed just days before, rang in my head:

“Our modern industrial economy takes a mountain covered with trees, lakes, running streams and transforms it into a mountain of junk, garbage, slime pits, and debris.”

Soon I came upon two other riders covered in dust. It was Inga and Steve. They too had stayed in Nakai the night before, but they were at a different guesthouse. They were in good spirits and their bikes had held up for them well. They were incredulous when I told them about my troubles.

I rode with the Belgians for a while, but their pokey pace was a bit too slow for my liking, so I gave them a wave and cranked up the throttle.

The road began to wind down from the Nakai Plateau, and now the string of trucks making their way up and down was intolerable. I rode through Saharan dust clouds and was nearly forced off the road by coffee-jacked truck drivers rushing to make their deliveries in time. As I coughed up dirt and picked dust nuggets from my nose, I thought of a clean shower and hot meal awaiting me in Lak Sao. My fantasy was soon interrupted, however, by another flat tire. The Mechanic had just patched the tube. They had no new ones in the village to sell me. The stress of the road was evidently too much for the tire to bear, and the patch failed. So I pushed the bike down the road, soon passed by the Belgians, who could only laugh and look at me with sympathetic eyes.

Soon I was off of the plateau and into a village. This village was the most developed settlement since Nakai. It may have even had electricity. I pulled off at the first mechanic I spotted and he had a new tube on and inflated within ten minutes. This is the terrific thing about breaking down in Laos. Everyone rides 100cc bikes for transportation, so even the most primitive village has someone who can fix them. Let us give thanks to the invention of interchangeable parts.

After stopping for a brief swim in a cool river, I caught up with the Belgians and accompanied them into Lak Sao. Lak Sao is used as a stop over point on the way to and from Vietnam, so despite the rugged frontier feeling to the place, there are plenty of good places to stay. I got a huge room in a guesthouse in the shadow of and imposing mountain. It even had hot water, though the water was only truly hot at the lowest volume – which was nothing more than a trickle – so I spent the greater part of thirty minutes feeling like I was getting peed on.

I took a wander through the town, which is located at a crossroads with a main, paved route. The worst part of the journey appeared to be over. The rest would be on smooth, sealed roads. I wandered through the market, past stalls selling clothes and food. Meat sat out on tables, unrefrigerated, shining in the periodic bursts of sun. One stall featured several gutted rats and what appeared to be a guinea pig. Lak Sao is located in a mountainous and unspoiled part of the country, and much of the local wildlife was evidently available for consumption at this market, but in recent years there has been less and less to eat, as the hunt went on unchecked. Just rats and pets left, it seemed.

I joined Inga and Steve at the main restaurant in town, aptly named “The Only One.” The menu was vast, containing your usual fried rices and curries, along with a dish puzzlingly named, “Boiled the furniture of buffalo.”

We ordered the chicken and fish.

Soon a man rolled up on a big dirt bike. It was Don, my map making drinking buddy from the night before. He had been all the way up to the border, which is at a high elevation, and was too chilled to continue with his ride. An unnatural and frigid wind blew down from the mountains that day, making motorbike travel a balls-chilling affair. So he joined us and we ordered more food and more beers, continuing our impromptu party well into the night. We were eventually joined by three Aussies who rode in on dirt bikes, as well as a group of about 40 elderly Dutch people from a tour bus staying the night on its way to Vietnam. To see a true trailblazer such as Don and this herd of package tourists in the same room truly represented the two extremes of Southeast Asian travel. By the end, aided by countless bottles of beer, I had made friends with them all. And after nearly falling asleep at the table, I said my goodbyes and stumbled back to my room though the pitch black of the town.

DAY 3

The morning proved to be even more frigid than the night. The wind had intensified and I could see my breath, a phenomenon I hadn’t counted on for this trip to the “tropics.” I put on my pants, two t-shirts, two button-up shirts and my sweater, and proceeded to zip down the road, savoring the smooth surface and quick pace. The dirt track was behind me, and once again I was on smooth and sealed hard surface. Like the two previous days, the ride started out perfectly. I was winding through wide valleys, punctuated by huge mountains. It was dramatic country, reminiscent of scenery found in the American West. I made it about an hour down the road – which was pretty typical for the trip – before my I hit my first patch of trouble. There was a dip in the road and I was heading back up at a pretty steep grade. I had the bike opened up at a good speed, when the engine suddenly started making a terrible high pitch noise, as if it were wheezing. I lost compression and a lot of power, and then the bike just died. By now I had cleared the top of the hill and just coasted it down, pop starting it near the bottom. The engine fired up, but now it sounded weak and unwell, and I was only getting about half the power I was before. This was accompanied by a thick blue smoke belching out of the tail pipe. I was burning oil.I went up a big rise and began to coast it on the other side, spying a village below. I pulled into the gas/mechanic hut and had them get a wrench to check the oil. The cap was so encrusted with petrified dirt that it could not be unscrewed by hand. The mechanic, an ancient crease-faced man, undid the cap and peered into the smoking oil chamber, which was empty. He shook his head and pointed.”No,” he said, displaying the extent of his English.I bought a liter of oil which he poured back in. He then pushed down on the kick start with his hand to pump it through. As he did this, a full stream of oil oozed out of the engine casing. He did it again and looked closely. There was a crack in the casing. The bike had been leaking oil for a long time and I hadn’t spotted it. One of the men who now gathered around mimed a rock jumping up and hitting the casing, causing the crack. The mechanic threw up his arms and told me “No,” once again. Evidently, I was fucked.

I looked up the empty road to the small mountains in front of me. I estimated that I had seventy or eighty kilometers until the road back to Tha Khaek. From there it was another ninety to the town. But within twenty kilometers was the town of Ban Na Hin, which was the site of another dam and gateway to a seven kilomter-long limestone cave, a popular backpacker stop. Surely this town would have a more sophisticated garage. If I could get the bike there, I could get the leak patched and still possibly make it back to Tha Khaek.

So I bought five more liters of oil, started the bike, and putted it down the road and up the mountain, blowing fat ribbons of smoke out the back like the loser of a WWII dogfight. Once the smoke cleared up I knew my oil was gone, so I’d pull over and pour in another pint, praying that I had enough lube to get me to the next stop.

And I did. Soon, at the base of a large mountain, located in a lush valley, the town of Ban Na Hin appeared. I coasted down and wheeled it in the first mechanic I saw, who was a young man in his very early twenties. It took an hour for him to replace the casing, and it set me back $20, which is a small fortune in communist Laos.

Now my oil leak was fixed, though my fear that the engine was significantly damaged was confirmed, as I rode the bike out of the town, spewing smoke and feeling the bike struggle to do its job. As I rode down the level road, I was fine. The bike sounded bad but was still going. It was only when I tried to climb the mountain out of the town that the bike bogged down and died on me once again.

So I turned the bike around and coasted it down the base of the mountain. I had not gotten very far up, but enough to where I was picking up significant speed on the way back down. And it was here that I was revisited by a previous demon: my footbrake failed yet again, only now my wounded bike was shooting straight down the foot of a mountain.

Luckily, I did not die, nor was I even hurt. I got the bike down by putting into low into gear and zigzagging back and forth along the road. This managed to slow me down enough to reasonably pop start the thing. From there I slowly took it back into town back to my ace mechanic.

This mechanic was more enterprising than the first one who touched the brakes. He at once busted out the welder and went to work, fixing the brake problem once and for all. When I stomped down on it, it felt firm, made of titanium. I knew it would now hold.

So it was back out of town and up the mountain. This time I kept the bike in first the whole time and it did not die. It climbed up, even gaining speed. At the top of the mountain was a turnout, a scenic vista, denoted by a sign. I stopped and took in the view, which was of intricate rock formations on the surrounding mountains, at least from what I could make out. The view was marred, ruined even, by the thick haze of smoke that hung in the air. It was the dry season in Laos, the time when the farmers burn their fields. This was going on all over the country, layering the whole place under a blanket of smoke, stinging the eyes, burning the nostrils.

At this point I closed my eyes to the scenery. The surroundings became secondary to me, as all of my attention was centered on the health of the bike’s engine, which was growing worse by every kilometer. I was still moving forward, going, but I felt the power weaken and the engine’s croak intensify. At one point I even ran out of gas, but manage to push my rapidly dying machine into a village which sold gas. By the time I made it to the road to Tha Khaek, it was barely moving. Still, I took a left and opened up my throttle all the way, which, in fourth gear, added up to what must have been no more than fifteen kilometers an hour. And it was an hour that I got on the road back to town – exactly an hour before the bike finally died, this time for good.

The last eighty kilometers to Tha Khaek were covered in a Japanese pickup truck. I had stuck out my thumb and secured a ride from a Lao man whose name I never got. We loaded the husk of the bike into the back of his truck and rode together in silence. Even if we spoke each other’s language there was nothing to say. The look of defeat on my filthy sunburned face, combined with the uselessly immobile machine with me, said all that was needed.

They took the bike back at the rental agency with little hassle. The English speaking man was there in person this time – no note necessary – and though he looked shocked at the state of me and the machine, he handed over my passport and I handed over his keys. When I told him about the oil leak, he informed me that they had “fixed it before.”  I guess that I unfixed it.

Back at the Travel Lodge I related my war stories to those present at the campfire. I sipped my Beer Laos bottles and described gory detail after detail, delighting in the look of amazement on their faces that I could endure such an ordeal.

Late in the night, as I wobbled from the beer, Inga and Steve rolled in, looking defeated. I had not seen them on the road that day. They had evidently taken a dirt track out of Ban Na Hin that led to the limestone cave, thirty kilometers out. They had made it only ten when Steve got a flat tire. They pushed for an hour, but found no village, no mechanic, no rice paddy saviors. Eventually, they turned back toward the town and had it fixed there, choosing to then ride back to Tha Khaek.

When I tell people about the trip, about the plague of breakdowns, most lament my awful luck. What had I done to accrue such bad trip karma? But the mechanical failings, the problems, these forced me to stop along the way in places that I would have hardly given a glance to from the road. I got to spend time in these villages and get a glimpse into real Lao life – not what is packaged and sold to the Khaosan Road hordes. The problems on the trip made me relax, they made slow down. And Laos is a country best viewed in first gear.

Christopher Tharp is a writer who lives in Lacey, Washington. This story won the Gold Award for Men’s Travel in the Second Annual Solas Awards.

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Sep 302012
 
Wood body truck rumbling off the Mekong ferry Champasak Laos

Wood body truck rumbling off the Mekong ferry Champasak Laos

 

Old style trucks, Xam Neua Laos 2006

 

40 year old bus plying the route Xiengkhouang-Paksan

PAZ-672, 40 year old bus plying the route Xiengkhouang-Paksan

PAZ-672

 

renault-bus-Lao-Bao

An old Pavlovsky Avtobusny Zavod, PAZ-672, bus probably 35 years old gets loaded one more tome Lao Bao Laos heading for Vietnam

 

 

Paksan bus station heading for Xiengkhouang!

 

Phonsavan Paksan bus with snorkel for deep water

 

Ban Boun Thai bus slides off of road

 

South bound bus route 13 with a story to tell…

 

goat-bus-xepon

Phonsavon to Pakse bus in the rainy season, what fun!

 

Phonsavon to Pakse bus in the rainy season, what fun!

 

 

laos-old-truck

Sam Nea, old style bus, these are still seen in the outlying provinces but are becoming more rare.

bus-in-the-mud

Heavy rain and slick road, causing problems for this Pongsali bound bus

LaosGPSmap floods

LaosGPSmap floods Nam Ngum river, buses and tuk tuks a low lying area near Thangon

 

Sep 282012
 

Go off the main road and it’s a different story. Your back road will almost certainly be dirt and little more than one big mud puddle in wet season. It may not even exist. Triple check with locals before heading off onto a road that looks promising on your map. Just because it’s marked as a big red line doesn’t mean it’s at all suitable to cover on a bicycle or that construction has even been finished.

As an example of how misleading maps can be, we were planning to cover Route 23 in southern Laos until we met someone who had just come from that road. She had to walk for two days because there was nothing more than a forest path and this was an allegedly major road on our map. We later saw pictures of the road and it was just a rocky, sandy track.

Nam Houng bridge setting sun after rain storm

Nam Houng bridge setting sun after rain storm

 

Motorcycle Laos Xieng Kouang

Motorcycle Laos Xieng Kouang

 

Great Riding and Clear Views

Great Riding and Clear Views

 

Motorcyce Laos Laosgpsmap-Pou-Chi

Motorcyce Laos Laosgpsmap-Pou-Chi

 

Mountain scene Phou Khoun Northern Laos

Mountain scene Phou Khoun Northern Laos

 

Central Laos Mountain and Road

Central Laos Mountain and Road

 

Southern Laos little traveled area of Attapeu province sandy roads

Southern Laos little traveled area of Attapeu province sandy roads

 

Savanahket long and strait

Savanahket long and strait

 

Red, Green, Blue and wet Pr 2201 Southbound

Red, Green, Blue and wet Pr 2201 Southbound

 

Road $ Sayabouri Province Rainy season ride

Road $ Sayabouri Province Rainy season ride

 

1-D-south LaosGPSmap

Thasi Central Laos new road 1-D slicing through the center of the country

 

karst scnenery slick roads

karst scnenery slick roads

 

Road 15 Ta Oy Southern Laos

Road 15 Ta Oy Southern Laos

 

Red dust setting sun Kong District Southern Laos

Red dust setting sun Kong District Southern Laos

 

Street scene in Attepue recent make over of the the town with Vietnamese cash

Street scene in Attepue recent make over of the the town with Vietnamese cash

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Karst Valley Road 13 North

Karst Valley Road 13 North

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Gateway to the Karst Kountry Central Laos

Gateway to the Karst Kountry Central Laos

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Trail-ride
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Country Road

Country Road

 

moMotorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3610

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3610

 

Motorcycle Laos Plantation Road

Motorcycle Laos Rubber Plantation Attepue Southern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Old National Road 18

One of my favorite roads Old road 18 snaking through the jungle Attepue province
this road was used as a supply route during the early part of the Vietnam war.

 

Motorcycle-Laos-National Road 4-A

HIlls and twists this once rocky dusty road has a nice sealed surface Road 4 Sarabuory province

 

 

Central laos near Xiabouathong District laterite roads and karst

Central laos near Xiabouathong District laterite roads and karst

 

Motorcycle-Laos-road 11 C

Road 11C undergoing upgrade, this is notorious dusty rocky road, soon to be a pleasure to drive a great link from the capital city to points West

 

Newly graveled section of Road 1 D

Newly graveled section of Road 1 D

 

Motorcycle-Laos- to-Sekahman-river

Dak Cheung road to Xekahman 2 damsite

 

Road 1 D ready for asphalt

Road 1 D ready for asphalt

 

Motorcycle Laos Ban Paumuang

Ban Phamuang heading west towards Paraveck, one of the great offroad motorcycle roads in Laos.

 

Motorcycle Laos Bamboo-River-Road

River Road Don Som Southern Laos, endless motorcycle tracks and small boat ferries make this area a trail riding wonderland

 

Motorcycle Laos National Road 4 Thadua

National road 4 upgrade at Thaduea, Sayabouri, Province, motorcycle road

LaosGPSmap Pakse

Pakse Southern Laos rural electricity is fairly new to this country, here is an example of a forest of poles

 

Motorcycle Laos National Road-12

Laos is a great land for motorcycle exploring, a great mix of sealed and unpaved roads make this a riders wonderland. Road 12 Central Laos

 

Motorcycle-Roads-Laos red road Karst formations

Motorcycle-Roads-Laos red road Karst formations

 

Bolevens Plateau and rubber plantations Phouvong District Southern Laos

Bolevens Plateau and rubber plantations Phouvong District Southern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3601

Provincial road upgrade, motorcycle road

 

Sand track Southern Laos dry diptocarp forest and elephant grass great remote riding

Sand track Southern Laos dry diptocarp forest and elephant grass great remote riding

 

450 year road Vientiane capital city heat causing shimmer looking like water

450 year road Vientiane capital city heat causing shimmer looking like water

 

Motorcycle laos National Road 15 Ta-Oy

Laos great roads, Road 15 to, Ta-Oy-road, recently upgraded by the Phonsack Construction company. Roll cloud
The roll cloud in the distance seems to park there, during the Northeast Monsoon, The cloud is caused by “orthographic lifting” as the warm moist air from the Pacific Ocean rises to 1200 meters and pours over the escarpment.

 

Glimmering power poles Xieng Kouang Plain of Jars Laos

Glimmering power poles Xieng Kouang Plain of Jars Laos

Motorcycle Laos Nong Het

Valley road Hua Pan Province

 

Motorcyce Laos National Road 16

Road 16 Heading East on a clear day in November 2012 motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle Laos National Road 7 Muang Pek

Setting sun Muang Peak Northern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Muang Kham

Muang Kham Northern Laos perfect day and perfect road, Laos motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle Laos Povincial Road 2504

Mountain ride on newly graded road Phonxai District Northern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Muang Pek

Late arrival Muang Pek, after a great day of trail riding, motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle-Laos  Road  14 C

Southern Laos laterate strait stretch along 14A, dry Diptocarp Forest

 

 

 

Red Road Bokeo Province Northern Laos

Red Road Bokeo Province Northern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Mekong-Road

Mekong road Bokeo province, motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle Laos Mekong Crossing

River crossing ahead of a storm, motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 4529

LaosGPSmap another fantastic road, Pou Chi at 1980 mtrs

 

incredable Pou Chi valley at 2850 meters is now a paved 13 meter wide road

incredable Pou Chi valley at 2850 meters is now a paved 13 meter wide road

 

LaosGPSmap Switchback

Amazing switchback road at Nam Ngum 3 hydro-power project

 

Motorcycle Laos 13-N-Louangprabang

Road 13 N Louang Prabang Province

 

Motorcycle Laos National Road 16

Xekong Southern Laos looking at the Bolevens Plateau, motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3601

Provincial road 3601 Northern Laos, motorcycle road.

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road

Just another great road in Sayabouri province Laos, motorcycle road

 

Motorcyce Laos National Road 4-A

National road 2-W upgrade

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road Saybouri Capital

Saybouri Capital

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3601

Provincial road 3601 upgrade

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Muang Phoukout

Xieng khouang Plain of Jars area, green cool and just perfect motorcycle riding, Northern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 4 Paklai

National road 4 upgrade, ADB contract

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3610

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3610

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial National Road 14-A

Red road,Hot and steamy, Southern Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 3601

Provincial road upgrade Bokeo Province

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 23

Old Route 23 built during the French colonial period

ho-chi-minh-trail

Ho Chi Minh trail Pouvong District Southern Laos

Motorcycle Laos Rural Road Muang Souy

Rural road, Muang Souy

 

Motorcycle Laos National Road 4-B Southbound

Ridgline run, Motorcycle Laos, National Road 4-B Southbound

 

Motorcycle Laos Jungle Track Xiasomboun District

Motorcycle Laos Jungle Track Xiasomboun District

 

Motorcycle Laos Rural Road Phonxai  District

Windy motorcycle road Phonxia district

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 2508

Winding high in the misty mountains Provincial Road 2508 towards the Vietnamese border

Motorcycle laos National Road 1-D

Road 1 D landslide with a tree stump!

 

Motorcycle Laos Ho-Chi-Minh-Road Vietnam Border

Ho Chi Minh trail with original stones laid down by hand by the slave workers along the trail during the time of the Vietnam War. Note the trees overhanging the trail so not to be detectable by US spotter planes.

 

Motorcyce Laos National Road 1-D

Newly sealed section of road 1-D with plenty of erosion

 

Motorcyce Laos Provincial Road 3980 Muang Mok

Motorcyce Laos Provincial Road 3980 Muang Mok

 

Motorcyce Laos Provincial Road 5101 Pahmuang

Provincial road Phamuang

Motorcyce Laos Provincial Road 4529 Pou Chai

Wild Mountain road, Kasi district, This new incredible road has some 15degree grades and rises to 1,950 meters, over Pou Chi Mountain to National Road 4

 

motorcycle-laos-bridge-road

motorcycle-laos-bridge-road

 

 

Motorcycle Laos Muang Met District

Long road to Muang Met, karst formation in the background

 

Motorcycle Laos-Road-13

Road 13 North Kasi District

 

Motorcycle Laos-Road-12

Road 12 Central laos karst formations

 

Motorcycle Laos-Road-16 Xekong Province

Road near Xekong Southern Laos Bolevens Plateau in the background

 

Motorcycle Laos-Road-96 Ho Chi Minh Trail

Red Earth and Coffee Dac Cheung

 

Motorcycle Laos-newly constructed Provincial Road Phou Kout District

Newly constructed rural road, no traffic, great scenery,Phou Kout District Northern Laos

Motorcycle Laos Xepian-jungle-road

New cut road Xepian national forest

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road 7501

Dusty road to Saravan along the old Ho Chi Minh trail

 

Motorcycle-Laos-Bolevens-Coffee Plantation

Bolevens Plateau coffee plantation, laterite road

 

Motorcycle-Laos-National Road 1-D Viengthong

Great motorcycle roads of Laos

 

Motorcycle-Laos-Stora Enzo Eucalyptas Plantation

Eucalyptus plantation Thakhek Central Laos

 

Motorcycle-Laos-PDJ Provincial Road 3910

The Green Season, PDJ, green hills of Phonsavan

 

Motorcycle Laos Bolevens-Plateau

Bolevens-Plateau, soon be turned into a Bauxite mine, great motorcycle riding in Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Paraveck Lenticlar Storm Cloud

Motorcycle Laos Paraveck Lenticlar Storm Cloud

 

Motorcycle Laos Phou Kout District Phonsavan

Long and strait, a good run to beat the rain Houa Pan Province Northern Laos, motorcycle road.

 

Motorcycle Laos Provincial Road Maung Lamam

Muang Laman Southern Laos, Bolevens Plateau in the background, motorcycle road

 

Motorcycle Laos Top Of the World PDJ

On the edge of a bomb crater,
PDJ Northern Laos sometimes there just is no road, Motorcycle road.

 

Motorcycle-Laos Road 1-C Viengthong District

Motorcycle-Laos Road 1-C Viengthong District

 

Motorcycle Laos Suspension Bridge Muang Nga

Suspension bridge Muang Nga Central Laos

 

Motorcycle Laos Green Rolling Hills of the Plain Of Jars

Rolling hills of the “Plain of Jars” you don’t need roads in this wonderland

 

Motorcycle Laos Red Earth, MIneral Rich Soil of the Bolevens Plateau

Motorcycle Laos Red Earth, MIneral Rich Soil of the Bolevens Plateau

 

Attapeu a new bridge opened over the Xekaman river

Attapeu a new bridge opened over the Xekaman river

 

motorcycle-laos-Nongkhiao

Nam Ou at Muang Ngio Northern Laos, typical scenery in North Laos

 

Sep 202012
 
Landmark That Luang Stupa Vientiane Capital

Landmark That Luang Stupa Vientiane Capital

 

WTC vientiane

WTC vientiane

 

world-trade-Laosgpsmap center Vientiane Laos

world-trade-Laosgpsmap center Vientiane Laos

 

artists-impression-of-WTC-Laos

 

WTC- sales and rental building

WTC- sales and rental building

 

wtc-construction site

wtc-construction site

 

industrial estate entrance

industrial estate entrance

 

asian-mall

asian-mall

 

Jiro computer I store

Jiro computer I store

 

stock-exchange

stock-exchange

vita-park

vita-park

 

saysettha-development

saysettha-development

 

Capital building Vientiane city

Capital building Vientiane city

 

New construction project underway, look at that here in Vientiane!

 

The Vientiane Shrine is open for “Business”

 

Crown Plaza Hotel coming soon Vientiane Laos

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Construction cranes dot the skyline on the Mekong river

The main sales office on Samsenthai road shows this model

Shopping mall apartments

 

ASEM9 will be held on November 5-6 under the theme “Friends for Peace, Partners for Prosperity”.
The government will have 120 Mercedes Benz and 11 BMW sedans to transport heads of state and government and high-ranking officials from Asia and Europe who will attend the summit in November.
Forty Mercedes Benz S350s have been bought, along with 65 Mercedes Benz E350s. Another 15 Mercedes Benz are also available, having been imported for previous international conferences.
The government has also bought 130 Toyota Camrys for use by high-level summit delegates.
Mr Phouphet said about 40 percent or 96 billion kip of the total 240 billion kip will go towards vehicle procurement. The remainder will be used for administrative expenses, not including infrastructure construction and upgrade, which has been funded by other countries.
Laos has received funding and grant assistance from China, which provided a grant of 450 million yuan (about US$71 million), a soft loan of about US$37 million, and 10 buses and 4 motorcades.
In addition, Japan has provided 1.93 billion yen (about US$25 million) and US$3 million, while Vietnam has provided US$500,000 and some equipment.
Thailand has provided 190 million baht (about US$6 million) of which 30 percent is a grant and 70 percent a soft loan, and Brunei has given a grant of US$500,000.
The European Union (EU) provided a grant of US$400,000 for study tours so that Lao officials could learn about hosting such an event from European countries that had done so in the past. The EU has also provided help with the interpretation of six languages and three translators for each language.
Australia has provided assistance with English language, protocol, and translator training. Singapore is helping with preparations for Senior Officials’ Meetings, manual writing, and audiovisual equipment. Pakistan has provided 10 sets of computers.

 

New hotel construction

groundbreaking to opening 7 months

 

Landmark Mekong Riverside Hotel

 

The Manager, “Now I know god is money”

 

Newly constructed convention hall for the Asem Summit

International convention center built by China

 

 

New USA Embassy under construction Vientiane Laos

 

 

Vientiane presidential palace renovation

 

Electric fountain Kaysone Road Vientiane Laos

 

Sep 152012
 

Customers of LaosGPSmap

* United States Embassy, Vientiane Laos

* United Nations Development Program Laos

* ESRI International, Washington D.C. USA

* Joint Pacific Accounting Command, Mia POW, war recovery team, Vientiane Laos

* United Nations Development Program Laos, Vientiane Laos

*Pan Australia mining Company Australia

*MMG, Mining company, Vientiane Laos

*World Food Program, Bangkok Thailand

*DHL Laos, Vientiane Laos

* UXO laos, National de-mining team, Vientiane Laos

* Laos National Geographic Department, Vientiane Laos

*Bactec international UXO  – demining organization, Vientiane Laos

*BBC Broadcasting, Worlds Most dangerous roads, series

*Mag De-mining team, Vientiane Laos

*National Regulatory Agency, Vientiane Laos

*Department of Forestry and Agriculture, Vientiane Laos

*Ministry of Transportation, Vientiane Laos

*Finnmap International mapping Company,Vientiane Laos

*Aruna Technology mapping company, Phon Phen, Cambodia

*NPA Demining team, Norway.

*Danish Church Aid. De-mining team, Denmark

*Pou Bia mining company,Vientiane Laos

*Geomap Mining exploration. Vientiane Laos

*Jule classic rental. Vientiane Laos

*Remote Asia travel. Vientiane Laos

*Off road Laos, tours. Luang Prabang Laos

*GPS Laos company, Vientiane Laos

*Ride Asia, Chiang Mai Thailand

*Explore Indochina, Hanoi Vietnam

 

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Sep 142012
 

Kings Roman Casino, Golden Triangle Special Economic Zone,

Kings Roman Casino, Golden Triangle Special Economic Zone
(GTSEZ)has been given the green light to build an international airport in Tonpheung district, Bokeo province.

“In 2007, the Lao government agreed to concede 800 hectares of land in Tonpheung district to the Dok Ngiew Kham Group, with the aim to developing the area into the golden triangle economic zone over a period of 50 years,” the provincial Governor, Mr Khammanh Sounvileut said at the opening of the checkpoint. Investment amount 86,600,000 USD,Land Size:3000 ha
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Kings Roman Casino

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Golden Triangle immigration Post
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Front view casino,
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golden-dome
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casino-front
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Golden triangle Thailand side of the Mekong,
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Immigration post Golden Triangle,
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Kapok garden hotel,
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Card Window

Swan Light poles,
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kapok Chinese
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Dome and parking lot Casiino

 

plenty of new construction

Platnium Hotel
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Shopping street but there are no shops?
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Ferry port near the Immigration checkpoint, GPS Laos

 

Fabulous paved roads, thick concrete and re-bar
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District center, Tonepeung (Honey Tree) a few kilos south of the Casino roads are in Horrendous condition
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Ancient ruins in the Golden Triangle area
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