We’ve been back in the U.S. just over a week and are finally getting over our jet lag. We’re in Golden, Colorado staying in Dave’s parents’ second home here. They were here to meet us when we flew in, along with Dave’s grandma. They left on Sunday after a really nice visit, and now we are going about the business of preparing for our Alaska sea kayaking trip!

But before we get too caught up in that (details of the trip will be coming soon) I wanted to post about the top questions I’ve been asked since we got back:

How was your shoulder?

I am happy to say the shoulder performed really well on the bike. During the first three weeks or so it would be a little achy at the end of the day, and once in a while it would give a sharp nip of pain if I stood up to pedal hard or something like that. It adapted to the demands quickly, and for the rest of the trip it was very comfortable cycling, even on longer days. Things that still bother my shoulder are sleeping on that side (my right, my favorite side to sleep on) and carrying heavy bags (part of traveling). It still looks gnarley, so wearing camisole tops or my swimsuit makes me really have good posture. That’s because if I concentrate on using just the right muscles and push my shoulder back and down a bit then it doesn’t look as whacked. If I push my shoulder down and then back, it doesn’t work. Funny stuff.

Did you see any rice or food shortages?

Wow, I guess that must have been all over the news, because I’ve been asked this a lot. We never really saw any shortages, though we’re pretty sure some cooks were stretching food a bit more than usual based on the taste and the way things looked. Food prices were certainly high and getting higher throughout Southeast Asia, though some countries seem to suffer more than others. On average, food takes up about 65% of the family budget in SE Asia, so the global food crisis is hitting these people hard. We heard most about it in Cambodia, the poorest nation in Southeast Asia. One young woman who worked in a small restaurant told us she works for ten dollars a month plus food (they use American dollars there as much, if not more, than their own currency). The best part of the deal was the food. She rode her scooter into town from the village because she couldn’t afford not to have this job.

Any weird food experiences?

How about embryonic eggs – a half-developed chicken inside an otherwise normal looking egg? We didn’t realize that’s what it was, and we couldn’t bring ourselves to eat it (it stunk!) Or how about watching people set bags of bread on the ground outside the restaurant, with the baguettes touching the ground? Seeing your food chopped up on the floor of the restaurant? Seeing jungle critters in bottles of Lao whiskey, or dog being cooked up on an open fire? No, we did not try either. The point is, the further we went north, the weirder the options became and the more we had to ignore food handling practices. We only got sick from the food once, three months into the trip, but it was bad enough to make up for time. We were glad to have our antibiotics! Ultimately, we not only survived, but we ate pretty well. Tourism is growing, and we were able to buy enough bread, crackers, peanut butter, fruit, nuts and things like that to survive when we couldn’t bear the food choices. Sticking to the coast through most of the trip also helped us. It would probably be even easier for meat eaters.

What did you miss most?

Pizza. Wild open spaces with no one staring. Clean bathrooms. Being able to call my best friend just to chat. Dry air.

What was your favorite part?

Meeting people with so much joy in their smiles. Frenetic, screaming, smiling kids waving and shouting hello. Camping in the jungle-covered mountains while crossing Malaysia. Diving! Pulau Tioman’s laid back beach atmosphere and swimming over the coral in the bay. Thai food. Bicycling the mountains in Laos: 25 kilometer descents! Meeting other travelers over dinner at the Laughing Gecko guest house. Cycling, talking, laughing with Dave.

Have questions of your own? Post a comment and ask away…

We have been enjoying Koh Tao, though it has been rainy and quite stormy at times, with the wind whipping through the palm trees and sand blowing up through the roads off the beach. We’ve been getting weather, they say, from the cyclone that hit Myanmar. The first one. Someone said there’s another one brewing, though we don’t know anything about that yet.

All I know is that I’ve been in a boat on seas that scare the hell out of me, with the Japanese divers clambering to the front of the upper deck, cheering and roaring and jumping up and down with every buck of the boat while the rest of us look wide-eyed at each other, and I’ve puked, and I’ve fallen on my but after losing my balance, and yet I still love the diving and it’s all worthwhile. Mostly.

We have two more days here and then the Southeast Asia Adventure comes to a real end.

We took the night bus from Louang Prabang back down to Vientiane. What took us 27 hours of riding time took the bus about ten hours to drive. We re-traced the many windy switchbacks and steep ascents and descents in an all-out thunderstorm. Dave and I were in the first row of seats and had a perfect view of windshield wipers that did nothing, the driver standing up to wipe the fog from the inside of the windshield, and once, while briefly dozing off, we awoke in time to see the bus skidding through a herd of cattle on the road while blaring the horn and locking up the brakes. I very much dislike riding on a bus.

The next morning we enjoyed coffee and pastries in Vientiane before riding to the Buddha Park, built by a guy who was into Hinduism and Buddhism and created some sort of following that worshiped both. Weird place, it was, with concrete images of all these gods and goddesses plopped down willy-nilly around a grassy park.

Then we rode across the border to Thailand, where we bought tickets for the night train to Bangkok. Second-class sleepers were sold out (the best deal, we’ve been told) so we bought first-class sleepers for 2500 Baht, about US$80, total. Wee! We ate and read our books and waited for the train. The cars were nice and our cabin had two bunks and a sink and included a/c.

We got on board and settled in with our books, when an official looking man came and said the train would be delayed a couple of hours because of a crash. The wait ended up being longer, but we didn’t care. Someone came by and made up our beds for us and we were so tired from not sleeping on the bus the night before that we went right to sleep. It was a cozy, long rest! We got into Bangkok several hours after schedule, but we didn’t care.

One day and night here in Bangkok has been spent boxing our bikes, re-packing things to leave in storage and things to take to Koh Tao. And tonight we catch the night bus to Chumphon and then a catamaran to Koh Tao. We’ll be there, diving and snorkeling, for 9 days. Then we come back and fly home. Just like that our Southeast Asia bike tour is finished and we’re almost home.

Today we hired a longboat with three other young tourists to go up-river to the Pak Ou Caves. Hiring a boat can be a real pain here, since there are many boat drivers all along the river, each promising to be “the” boat to the caves, each with their own pricing and some with their own scam.

We were told by our driver that it would cost 300,000 kip for Dave and I to hire the boat to the caves on our own. We knew from our guest house host and much talking to boatmen that there was also a regular 8 a.m. morning ferry that cost 60,000 per person. We told our boatman that we wanted to wait and find some other tourists to split the cost. The boats can hold probably a dozen people, so that only made sense. We went down to look at the river and take pictures, and soon the driver came down, all excited, saying he got three other tourists to go and the boat is leaving now! We thought that was great, but then he said the price would be 100,000 kip each. You can see where this is going. After some haggling, we got our price down to 80,000 kip each. A few minutes later the three other tourists said the boatman had told them not to say anything about what they paid, which was 80,000. They felt bad and had even prompted the cut in price by saying we should all go elsewhere. After hammering out a deal, we finally left to go up river.

First we stopped at a village known for making Lao whiskey. They’ve got bottles for sale which also include snakes, bugs and lizards. Apparently, if you drink from these you will consume the power of the creatures. Here’s an easy-to-follow Lao whiskey recipe:

Then came the caves. We landed at the base, where stairs lead up to the entrance.

These caves are considered holy, and inside you can see thousands of little Buddha statues brought by locals over the years. Many are in the Louang Prabang style, with long, extended arms and curled up robes.

The upper cave is totally dark, with a few more Buddhas and a holy water trough to wash the Buddhas. On the stairs leading to the upper cave there are little village kids from across the river trying to sell small rocks and bits of candy. Others have tiny birds in just-as-tiny bamboo cages. They shake them in front of you and say, “Set bird free for only one dollar.” The poor little birds have probably been doing this routine every day since they were stolen from their nest. I will not miss scenes like this when I return home.

Today we slept in and still felt dead tired when we got up. Our bodies know that the cycling is over and they want some recovery time. Our room has satellite TV and air conditioning, so we enjoyed catching up on the political news in the U.S. on CNN and even (gasp) watched a movie. And still, my quads were stiff and felt like big weights to carry around when we finally went out.

We went first to see Wat Xieng Thong, which is supposed to be the most stunning wat in town. By the time we got ourselves out it was mid-day, so it was almost too bright to look at the outside of the beautiful buildings, let alone endure the heat. We’ve grown accustomed to the heat for biking, but walking is another story. You don’t get a built-in breeze while you’re walking around.

The wat is built in a different style than others we’ve seen down south, with less of the gaudiness and more subtle earth tones with gold highlights. We read that the roofs swoop down lower in the Louang Prabang style, and it does look elegant.

After lunch we went to the Royal Palace Museum. It was formerly the palace of the King and Queen, built by the French during colonial times. Much has been left as it was when they lived there (they were killed off by the communist government in a cave prison after the revolution, but that’s another story). There is one room with gifts from different countries to the Royal family. There are beautiful and ornate gifts from around the world. In the glass case with gifts from the U.S. there are blocky plaques, a pen set, and a plastic model of the Apollo space craft. No pictures were allowed inside, so we can’t show you any of the many hundreds of little Buddha statues they’ve collected from around the country.

The new wat on the Palace Museum grounds.

81 km

We had a long, fast descent soon after leaving the guest house this morning. We flew downhill for about 22 kilometers to the river bottom, then turned up the other side and climbed back to almost the same elevation. Again, the grade was mostly 5%, only getting as steep as 10% here and there as the terrain required. So we just got down to a rhythm and focused on the scenery and saying “Sabaidee!” to the kids as we slowly putted through small hill tribe villages of Hmong people.

The village at the bottom of our descent.

We thought we’d be cruising downhill all the way to town, but we still had some good riding to do for the last 20 km of the day, and Dave got a flat and we had to stop while he fixed it. We’ve had quite a few flats on this trip between his bike and mine. Most of the causes were glass on the road, as it was in this case, and some of the tires held up better than others. We’ll be writing more tire reviews when we get back.

We found a great little guest house just behind the main road near the night market. It’s across the street from a guest house listed in the Lonely Planet Laos and as we have found before it offers more for less. There are so many backpackers who will go straight to LP-listed guest houses and pay whatever they ask without looking around at alternatives. Often, those nearby will cost less or offer more for the same, and the owners are more attentive and happy for your business.

75 km

We started the day with a thousand-meter climb up a mostly 5% grade, so it was slow and steady for a while. Then it was up and down for several kilometers following the ridge line. We rode straight through Muang Phu Khun, another usual stop on this route, because a cyclist we met this morning called it a “hole” and a pair of cyclists whose touring account we read called it the worst guest house in Southeast Asia. This was only possible (for me, at least) because we got a good head start by continuing past Kasi yesterday to stay at the hot springs.

While these high-altitude, extremely steep mountains are beautiful to ride through, we have been shocked to see the extent of the slash-and-burn farming that has scarred much of the mountainside visible in all directions from the highway. There is little original forest left. Farmers clear and burn large patches of forest, farm the land for a couple of years until it is no longer fertile and then they abandon it to burn new patches. All along the ride each day we have seen scooters parked on the side of the road and farmers hacking away at crops and tiling soil above and below the highway. We wonder how much of the clear-cut we see has been done for logging and how much for farming, because we don’t see any access roads for bringing out the timber.

The dark patches are only the most recently cleared areas. The smoother green patches are abandoned farm patches that have grown in with scrub. There is little forest left to be seen.

There were two guest houses in Kiewkacham, both offering rooms with shared bath (squat toilet & bucket shower stalls). One was clearly a brothel for the many truck drivers stopping here (on the left), and the other was a little better. It was terribly dirty, but we were glad we were still carrying our own sheet. There was no fan, but the night was cool enough at that altitude that we didn’t need it, especially since it had rained.