The trip up the muddied Mekong was very relaxing. 8-10 hours each day reading trashy novels, listening to music, drinking cups of tea and taking in the scenery, including the frequent fishermen and women we passed on route. We did not manage to get a glimpse of the 3-4m catfish that are said to inhabit the waters, nor the soft shelled tortoise. We spent the night between the 2 voyages in a guest house in Pak Beng where their dog had just given birth to 4 very cute puppies... the landlady looked on confused as we all coo-ed and tickled the puppies as any self-respecting westerner would... it seems her confusion arose as we were showing a disproportionate amount of affection to nothing more than the contents of a future stir-fry (sad but true!).
The border crossing into Chiang Khong, Thailand was uneventful. We spent the night there enjoying our 1st real Thai curry and a few bottles of Singha Beer.
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