A little recap of our stay-trek at Nam Nga Bungalows... One of our best memories from our trip to Laos
25/1 BAN NAM NGA
Gongs sounded twice last night! We got up at 6:30 AM, packed our bags, settled the bill, and headed to the northern bus station by tuk-tuk—same steep price we’d seen in Thailand, here 50,000 Kips.
We arrived half an hour early, but too late—the bus was already full and had left. The next one wasn’t until 10 AM, and it turned out to be a covered taxi. By the time we left, there were a good fifteen of us, packed in like sardines. Coils of cables served as seats in the middle, some travelers rode on the rear step, and we were jostled around on this poorly maintained national road. A few sections were under construction, and we passed numerous worksites: a railway line, roads, a dam—all the signs were in Chinese, "Power China" has taken over Laos.
The directions given by Véronique to reach Ban Nam Nga helped us keep an eye on the kilometer markers and alert the driver just before the bridge where we needed to get off. Barely out of the tuk-tuk, a man approached us—it was Pia, our guide. He led us to the boat, and we went up the river for about 2 km to the village, where we docked. Pia accompanied us to the bungalow, carrying our suitcase and backpack.
The village seemed very poor; the houses were made of wood and bamboo, and a few permanent structures had concrete beams, cinderblock walls, and tin roofs. Our bungalow must have looked like a castle to many... but do they even know what a castle is?
At lunch: vegetables, chicken, and sticky rice scooped by hand from the basket. We hadn’t washed our hands, nor had Pia, who showed us how to do it by grabbing a generous handful with his slightly blackened hands...
In the afternoon: a nap. Noy was late returning from Luang Prabang. We explored the village under a scorching sun. The alleys had turned into a barnyard and playground for the kids. We exchanged "Sabaï dii" greetings with the villagers. Many women were weaving.

Other activities caught our attention: women left branches over a fire, then beat them on a stone. Rectangles the size of a placemat dried in the sun on bamboo racks—they were dark green, some sprinkled with seeds and thin tomato slices... We later learned these were algae and got to taste this delicacy.
Back at the bungalow, we met two English cycle-tourists who had been on the road for 10 months. They’d crossed Europe, Turkey, and Central Asia to reach this region!
Noy arrived around 5 PM from Luang Prabang. We had dinner with the English travelers and took the opportunity to ask them questions. Both worked in TV but were also musicians—"Total Bike Forever" was the name of their project. They still had concerts planned for the rest of their journey: Vietnam, South Korea, then Japan, where their adventure would end.
26/1
Around 9:30 AM, we crossed the village to take the pirogue. Noy and Pia came with us, along with a woman and a young man. We went up the river for a long time; the current was sometimes quite strong, and the riverbed was often cluttered with trees, forming small islands, with some large rocks just below the surface. A few narrow passages created strong currents. Pia was at the helm, but Noy was in front, scanning the river...

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... more on my blog, page 2019 ...Laos with the matching photos
http://limportantcestlechemin.over-blog.com/2019/01/2019-01-laos-luang-prabang-et-region-nord.html