Like many Luang-Prabang-bound backpackers and Lao river villagers, we hopped on one of these long boats equipped with up-cycled velour bench seats from the back of a car, some plastic picnic chairs, and bags of rice to sit on.
The two day boat ride took an overnight hiatus in a small village. We sampled soup, salad, and sticky rice.
Every once in a while, the boat would stop at a sandy riverbank to pick
up Lao and their loads bound for Luang Prabang: in this case, dinner.
Day two found us stuck with bags of rice for cushion. But at least we made some new friends.
Our new friend let Neal try some of her on-board snack: bbq mole. Unfortunately, the stink glands had not been removed.
A peaceful, never-ending ride down the Mekong.
Arrival.
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