Laos

  

Atop Kuang Si waterfall.

  I had originally planned to bus it from Siem Reap to 4,000 Islands in Laos and spend some days there hanging out in a hammock, but since I had just spent a week longer than anticipated doing just that on Koh Ta Kiev I decided to fly all the way to Luang Prabang in northern Laos. 

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Luang Prabang way out in the distance.


I had heard some mixed reviews about Vang Vieng, and mostly lukewarm reviews about the capital, Vientiane, so I decided that my Laos adventure would begin and end in Luang Prabang. No regrets.
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One of many temples throughout Luang Prabang.


Coming from the tourist Mecca that is Siem Reap, Cambodia, Luang Prabang felt like going home. It’s a town of 50,000 people and you can feel it as soon as you arrive, be it on plane, bus or boat. 

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Small town feel. With a Mount Phousi off in the distance (notice the gold on top).


I treated myself to my own room, ensuite, which was invaluable, it turns out. I’ll get there in a minute. 

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I spent at least two days there just walking around, exploring and taking in the feel of the city. I visited some shops, ate some amazing food, and walked across an old, rickety bridge that had my palms sweating like a teenage boy anticipating his first kiss. 

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The two defining aspects to Luang Prabang, in my opinion, are the monks and ecotourism. A tradition that is under threat is the morning alms. Tourists come through, gawk, get too close, and commonly disturb the procession of monks in saffron robes chanting and pacing through the streets, collecting rice from the Buddhists in the town. The people of Luang Prabang are up no later than 6am to sit on tiny stools on the street in order to give a small portion of rice to each monk that passes. This is their fill for the day, though they do compile and divide it evenly once they return to the temple.

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Repurposed “decorations” for a business.


It’s a beautiful ritual I’m grateful to have witnessed far from the crowds, as smaller groups walk through most neighborhoods in the town, not just on the main street. I simply walked out of my guesthouse and witnessed the ritual without cringing at the thoughtlessness of other travelers.

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Ecotourism is also a really cool thing about Laos. It is incredibly beautiful and filled with smiling, friendly people seemingly everywhere you go. The first day of exploring led me to the Aussie Bar simply because as I was passing I noticed the Rugby World Cup on TV. Here I met a Kiwi woman about 30 years my senior who invited me on a trekking and kayaking tour with her later in the week. I accepted.

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Kayaking on the river.


Unfortunately, the day before this trip I fell ill with food poisoning…bad. (Here’s where the personal room and bathroom comes in to save the day) But despite how shitty (ha) I felt, I decided to do the tour anyway. We drove to the river, crossed it by boat, and toured a village that houses three different hill tribes. 

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One of three types of houses in the village. Each tribe has their own style of house.


We happened upon the school here while the kids were on their mid morning break and I could not get enough of their smiles and playfulness. 

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As we moved through we saw people weaving baskets, embroidering clothing and pillow cases, and staying in shade to keep out of the heat. 

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Embroidering while the baby sleeps.


We strode straight through the village to a jungle path and trekked along the hills a while. We passed countless rubber trees on rubber farms on our walk, which was pretty cool. How much rubber do you use in your daily life? Yeah, well, I got to see it leaking from a tree, collecting in bowls en masse. 

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A rubber tree! The farmer peels off a strip of bark so it leads right into the bowl. The white stuff is unprocessed, natural rubber!


It had rained quite a bit so parts of the path were slippery…and some very steep. When the lady at the tour office said flip flops were fine for the walk, I figured it would be mostly flat. I wore my hiking sandals just in case, but they did not save me from sliding halfway down a muddy hill on my ass. Mental note: trust no one.

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After our final descent we crossed the river yet again to collect our kayaks. 20 minutes later we were at Tad Se waterfall and it was time for lunch. I laughed in the face of lunch. My body still couldn’t handle food. Though I despise elephant tourism, of which there was plenty here, I did enjoy my time at the falls. 

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The water was cold and blue and looked quite fresh. I had intended to swim, but feeling as icky as I was, I was happy to simply lay in a chair on the man-made deck adjacent to the swimming area. It was nice enough.

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The waterfall “swimming area.”


After an hour or so we were back in the kayaks for our final push home along the river. It was downstream, which was nice, and the sun was shining. I swear I haven’t seen a sky that blue since I left home. Asian smog blues. The sky was a deep blue with fluffy white clouds and luscious green mountains all around us. Stunning, frankly.

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The falls empty to the river. They are just behind me in my kayak.


As tired as I was when I got back, I decided to take my new friend, Jess, to watch the rugby match at the Aussie Bar. We made it to halftime. 

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Kuang Si waterfall.


The next day I happily slept in and rose only when I was ready to hire a tuk-tuk to take me to the “big” waterfall, Kuang Si. First and probably only time I’ll sit shotgun in a damn tuk-tuk.

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A lower terrace of Kuang Si waterfall.


This time I really did wear flip flops, even though I was instructed to climb all the way to the top of the falls. I survived.

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Before you get to the falls, you are greeted with sunning bears in a sanctuary. Traditional Asian medicine calls for bear bile, among other things, to heal people of various ailments, and here these bears are safe. They were playing and lounging around. I especially liked the guy in the hammock–bear after my own heart.

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A nice thing about this waterfall is the amount of places you can get wet. There are terraced pools of perfect blue water, like a beautiful lagoon, even at the very beginning. There are even some with tables and benches built right in. Keep climbing and you’ll find the grand fall. There is a bridge and some walkways built around and over the water here to facilitate the countless peace sign selfies that grace its face.

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The perfect, calm lagoon at the top of the falls.

While I considered this could be the top, I laughed when I saw the stairs to the left of the fall. Up, up, up I went. Flip flops were not the best idea, but I wasn’t alone. Part of the path includes another fall, but the stairs you climb up are basically inside the fall, so watch your step, it’s slippery. When you continue on there are two paths. Many people were coming down the one to the right so I figured that’s where we had to go, not knowing exactly what I was looking for. Bad idea. Go left. Same place, easier path.

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The stairway inside the falls.


I finally found the beautiful lagoon at the top of the fall and felt like I had entered Eden. The water was freezing and blue and rapid, but I swam up there for about an hour, surrounded by lush green, looking to the mountain peaks through the breaks in trees.

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Peering over the top of Kuang Si waterfall.

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Pathways to cross the bkie lagoon at the top of the waterfall.


I descended in half the time it took me to climb up there and I was on my way. Well, sort of, my tuk-tuk disappeared and his buddies told me to sit tight for a few. Everything was fine then.

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This picture is Laos in a nutshell.


These are the things I really enjoyed about Luang Prabang, but there’s a lot to mention. Some highlights include:

-Utopia Bar & Restaurant. This looks like the perfect place to get stoned. It’s not. They’ll literally call the police on you. And I was told (and am unsure how true it is) that you don’t get fed in prison in Laos. Apparently your family must bring you food. Don’t get arrested.

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At Utopia.

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At Utopia.


Otherwise this is a really cool spot. You can take yoga for about $5, lounge on the deck overlooking the river, enjoy some good eats (try the river weed), and have a drink or two if you fancy. This is also the place where people go out at night because it is open latest, until 11:30pm. There is a midnight curfew so all business are shuttered before then…with the exception of the bowling alley where many people file to after Utopia closes.

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Yoga at Utopia. Get there early as they start on time and it fillsbup quick. Bring cash!


-Food. Laos has some great food, stemming from a lot of regional and colonial influences. They even have their own version of Korean BBQ (yum!). There are nice curries, tasty veggies and tender meat dishes–I recommend the buffalo. And, as always, sticky rice with mango for dessert. My fave.

-People. Get to know some people from Laos. They’re so kind and friendly and you’re not going to find people like them easily in cities like Siem Reap or Hanoi. 

After five days, me and my stomach bacteria headed for Thailand…again…on a mission to Pai.

Withdrawal & Detox

I’ve been home from Ireland for a week and every hour of every day I wonder why I came home. There really is magic in the hills, as one local of Dundalk told me. Ireland has swept me off my feet with its charm and I’m head over heels in love. I learned a lot about Irish men (mostly that everything they say is complete and total bullshit) and Irish history and folklore–though folklore is a delicate term as many of the people I met in small towns truly believe in fairies (which is why they build fairy forts) and other stories they’re told from childhood.

For a minute I even considered canceling or postponing my trip to Korea to explore what Ireland has to offer me. Thankfully I’ve regained control and am full steam ahead to Korea. That’s not to say I won’t end up in Europe next…or forever. I love that the world is my oyster and I’m so happy to have cracked that nut so early on in life. I can go anywhere, do anything, be anyone I want and no one has any say about it unless I give their say power.

So far I’ve had an amazing time and I just don’t see the adventures slowing down. I have a month in NJ now, which includes my 25th birthday on the same day of my collegiate rugby team’s home tournament, as well as our alumni weekend before I head up to Lake George for the summer. Korea in August. 2014 was over in my head before it began and it’s absolutely speeding by. I’m so grateful for all the support I’ve received thus far and I’ll be sure to update more when there’s something good to talk about.

The Emerald Isle: Back Again

Unfortunately there’s only so much more I can write about this adventure as it’s coming to a close way too quickly. However, if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that my life’s adventures are only just reigniting and the coals will burn even hotter in coming months.

Ladies and gentlemen, the incredible, beautiful, dangerous Cliffs of Moher:

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The most awe-inspiring things I have seen in this life are both beautiful and dangerous. They make your blood boil and your adrenaline pump, and they make you crave the adventure and taboo of pushing the envelope just a little bit more.

I remember the cliffs as a nine-year-old. My aunts, uncles and cousins were all over in Ireland for my Aunt Kimmy’s wedding and we took a family trip to Co. Clare to see this magical place. I remember my older cousins army crawling to the edge of the unprotected cliff edge and, with their heads over the edge, looking straight down to the icy waters below. The same fall that has claimed the lives of so many desperate and stupid souls. Of course at age nine I was going no where near the edge. I did get to climb to the top of the tower, though. I don’t think you can anymore and so I’m glad I can say I did it when.

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In our twenties, Jenny, Jaye and I felt adventurous and stable enough to walk beyond the slate barriers. The danger and the beauty of the cliffs burrowed into our souls and we descended cliff edges for photo-ops.

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As breezy and tourist-laden this place was, it was worth the trip ten times over.

From here, we got into our tiny rental car and drove north to Galway City along the coast. The drive had no shortage of sprawling Irish countryside…or hairpin turns:

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Our trip into Galway was probably a bit unorthodox as Paddy’s Day weekend was already well underway, as was Six Nations Rugby. We walked the streets a bit and stumbled into a pub for some easy eats and a pint. When we realized we had a front row seat in a great Irish pub for the Ireland vs. France rugby game, we decided that the inside of this pub was going to be all we saw of the city.

I know, there’s so much more to do and see in Galway, but remember how I said tourists get too wrapped up in “seeing the sights” that they don’t actually see anything? This was a pub full of Irish people watching their country play for a title. Boys and girls, this was authentic Ireland. So we stayed; we watched rugby; we made friends; and we left. So long, Galway, you gorgeous girl.

Out to Killimor we went. I took Jenny and Jaye to my aunt’s house for the evening where we unwound, drank some wine and visited with Kimmy. I woke up early to write and, still filled with nostalgia and longing, to run. Being here, however magical, is intensely emotional. I only wish my Dad could have been beside me for it. Maybe he has been.

I ran a couple miles near my aunt’s farm and encountered no car or person on that Sunday morning. I found some cows though. Ok, a lot of cows. With a cleared head and a nose full of farmland, I ran back to my friends and family. Here’s Kimmy’s house:

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And a door that makes me certain the Secret Garden exists:

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After I accidentally poisoned Jenny (full story at end) I drove us out to Co. Meath on the opposite side of the country. Yes, people, I DROVE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE ROAD. For two straight hours. And only once did I steer us into a ditch. The girls will tell you though that it was a completely legitimate slip up with a big truck speeding up a small two lane bridge with a ditch pulling into our side. All passengers and the vehicle made it out without a scratch.

Ok, so here’s what I’ve been wanting to share. I haven’t paid for accommodation on this trip at all, with the exception of a very drunk night in Dublin on Saint Patrick’s Day. To Jenny, Ti, Kimmy, Sean, Kate and Mike, thank you from the bottom of my heart for accommodating me, and sometimes my friends as well.

We met the caretaker of our next place to stay in a “bigger” town called Kingscourt in Co. Navan. She led us to the cottage in Meath Hill, Co. Meath and showed us around. My jaw literally dropped as I walked through this gorgeous house at our free and friendly accommodation. Here are a few reasons why:

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Yeah. I’m currently laying in a big bed among exposed stone walls, facing a stunning stone mantle and fireplace with lofted ceilings. Again, from the bottom of all our hearts, thank you Kate and Mike for sharing this gorgeous home with us.

That night we went down to the local for some beverages. It’s the only establishment in walking distance. The only one. We met up with Mike’s niece, Elizabeth, and her two friends who shared the cottage with us that night. After some good “craic” with the locals, we went home to rest up for the next day in Dublin. Paddy’s.

(How I poisoned Jenny : The short version is that Jenny wasn’t feeling well so I gave her some medicine that always helps me. I had no clue she was allergic to Aspirin. She stuffed up in her nose and her lungs and basically sucked on her inhaler for two hours straight. Had she not felt better by 4pm, we would have had to take her to the hospital. Yup, I poisoned one of my best babes.)

Home Sweet Home

Probably the best thing about Ireland so far has been all the people asking me how long I’m “home” for. In a stark juxtaposition to New York, the Irish are, as to be expected, some of the friendliest and most welcoming people I have ever met. I’ve never felt so much like family to pure strangers and I’ve never received so many compliments of character.

That being said, I did get a chance to meet real cousins out in Leitrim. Seamus and (go figure) Kate are sweet people and they’re my blood. Though the Irish mist is ever present, we did get a sunny day over in Drumshanbo at the Mulvanerty residence over the weekend.

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My aunt Kimmy, or Adrienne as the Irish call her (her real name), and I visited Seamus and Kate’s house and heard the sad, but hopeful, story of their pup, Fred, who was found emaciated, unable to climb out of the drain he was dumped in at the end of their drive. He was skin and bones, filled with worms, and had his tail chopped off, according to the vet, with something similar to a cleaver. They got him sorted and he’s the sweetest.

The next day, after a rough night out by myself where I made friends and ultimately returned to our hotel at 4am, Seamus and Kate met us at my Great Grandfather’s house in Keshcarrigan (?). I can trace my paternal lineage back centuries to this house.

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We even made an equestrian friend along the way.

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Pretty damn cool that I really did “come home” to see the house I stood next to at age 9 with my late father, where our blood had lived for centuries.

We returned to Killimor in Co. Galway where Kimmy lives with my uncle Sean, who is largely unintelligible to my American ears. Both sweet as can be, they live far in the country on a sheep farm. I joined them for mass on Sunday in the church where they married 16 years ago, where my father walked her down the aisle. (Side note: for those who know me, you are certainly laughing at the fact I went to mass. Don’t worry, it was only a 35 minute commitment.)

As we were leaving, Kimmy handed me a book of hymns with this inside:

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For those too dense to realize, this is for my father. It felt more and more like home every minute I was there. And you better believe I shed some tears in that church for him.

A kind, funny, very drunk fellow named Martin taught me to Waltz and intended to teach me to jive at Treacy’s, the pub where Kimmy and Sean’s wedding reception was held 16 years ago. He didn’t teach me the latter, though all the twists and turns looked like fun. Next time.

We drove out to Shannon Airport after a lunch at the golf course and I am currently awaiting a plane to London where I will be reunited with one of my best friends from my time in Australia. Jenny Cumming, you best be ready because I’m coming for ya! The best of all is, after I’ve seen a bit of London, she and our other friend, Jaye, are returning to Ireland with me.

Steve Cullum and Zan Strumfeld, I will be finding you, as well.

Having homes all over the world where I’m happy, comfortable and welcome makes me one lucky girl. ‘Tis a Blessing to be Irish, I suppose 😉