Basically, the only reason tourists come here is to get shitfaced and go tubing down a river. In its heyday, there were 30 bars dotting the banks of the river. Alcohol and a fast current do not make for a safe mix and roughly 1 tourist a month was dying. It was closed down for about a year and recently reopened with only 2 bars and a few more safety regulations (you’re required to wear a life vest).
Consider for a brief moment that the odd man with a cigarette in the picture above nearly became a father. It’s a frightening thought. It’s even more frightening that I am that man.
Since Laos, these two guys have been traveling with me. I try to shake them off at every turn, but they’re like two big British leeches. Their names are Jon and Bop.
This tale begins somewhere in southern Vietnam. A group of us are trying to get to a place called “The pub with cold beer”. Beautiful name. We rent bicycles and turn down some random dirt path.
Vang Vieng, Laos is a lovely place surrounded by stunning rock formations. But that’s not why people come here.