IN SEARCH OF PARADISE: ISLAND OF DON details to BAN Lunga Jody Tuoz, Caracas, Venezuela We were promised a trip to paradise, saying that another such in Laos did not find. It's called "The Four Thousand Islands, all the stories about him are fascinating - a wonderful white sand, clear water, blue sky and gentle breeze. However, a paradise turned out to be not such a paradise. But, all in order. The island of Don Det, Laos tour includes a night drive to the bus luxury of Laos capital of Vientiane to the village of Pasco, Pasco, and then from another to some villages the name we are not told, and from there to the "Four Thousand Islands." Honestly, I have no complaints about the first part of the journey. I would say that this is my most luxurious ride in recent months. I was thrilled at our bus had a toilet, many months I had to defecate on the roadside. I arrived in the village called Pasco at half past six in the morning, and from this very moment the trouble started. Together with me, traveled a few more people. But that is typical for hikers, nobody really knew how we get to Don dema. And, of course, all local, which we asked the road, indicating the different directions. Most tourists had already settled in a tuk-tuk (local transportation, which is a three-wheeled mototaksi without a meter), which stood at the ready right near the bus. I did not want to seem rude, but still asked tourists to each of them going, and got completely different answers. It was not surprising that the driver of a tuk-fat does not bother to think about it. Everyone began to pull my luggage out of overloaded taxi. Cycling Finally, someone suggested individual thought. It took less than enthusiastic, but at least she at least looked like the right one. A local woman, who spoke well in English, explained to us that we must take the "chicken bus" (as I named it myself) - a local bus that goes to ... Well, I'm still not sure about the name. I was never sure a hundred percent, where I was going. But the council was as follows: five hours before going to the place itself, and then to sail a boat to Don dema. Perhaps it was the longest five hours of my life, but I still get where I wanted. The bus driver loudly ordered all tourists to leave the salon, and we did it without delay. We were in a noisy fishing village, whose name had remained a mystery to us. I got the impression that we were expected. On the bank were fully prepared two different boats, which we had to swim to Don dema. Here I was hoping to find peace and harmony, as the ordeal was over, or at least I thought so. Muddy road from afar this place looked great, though the water was not exactly blue, but rather dark brown. The sand did not look very white because of islands of mud. Yet this place was not so bad, there was quite nice and quiet at times. With regard to housing, on the beach were built bungalow overlooking the brown water surface and hammocks where you can lie back, put himself at the mercy of clouds of insects, for which the islands were simply paradise! Jodie in a hammock Determined to try all the fun that could be there to try, we are with my new girlfriend, decided to engage in "tyubingom. This sport, which I learned back in the city of Van-Vienne, was very cheerful. Although, the local version of this fun little different from the conventional. To make fun failed, we need one very important detail - for. That it does not quite have enough water, "four thousand islands". So when Mr. Moe, our friendly assistant, took us about two miles up the river, and then threw it into the stinking, cold, brown water without a hint of course, I had great difficulty to maintain enthusiasm. Five minutes later the dark clouds closed the sun and rain. One consolation, we have already been completely wet, so that the weather for us next to nothing is not meant. Rapids Don Deta Half an hour later, we still shake at the very spot where Mr. Mo left us. I shivered, and my enthusiasm began to slowly fade away. Mild panic seized me, and I started hitting his hands on the water, like a madman. I did not like the prospect to spend the night in this cold stinking river. It took more than an hour, and we swam almost already reached the shore, and then, as if by magic, there was a trend. It dragged us by Mr. Mo and carries farther and farther down the river until we could not grab the algae. I grabbed them hard, and I luckily managed to escape from that terrible river. I was very happy that evening adventure is over, and my girlfriend was also in buoyant mood. Picturesque bed Well, paradise is not successful. It is time to move on. We went to Cambodia, the town of Ban Lung. Incidentally, this proved to be far from easy. To get to your destination, I had to replace five types of transport: boat, wagon, mini-bus, the boat again, after a taxi. Mr Mo, so useful to me in Laos, on the border with Cambodia passed us in the hands of a certain Munni, very suspicious and closed type. It seemed as if our troubles brought him pleasure. But we had no other choice, we are totally dependent on Munni. At customs we had to lose three hours, and told us that just have to show their documents and continue your journey. All this time we were talking, waiting and cursing. It seemed that everyone must give a bribe. It was impossible to determine who can be trusted, and how to behave in this situation. But it was clear that we are on a fairly deserted customs, but we here missed only a few people. Unpredictable Munni was our only means of communication with intractable and surly border guards, who, as befits were armed with pistols. It seemed that it took many hours, until we agreed on the amount of bribes for our passage into the territory of Cambodia. We spent another three hours on the road, all seven in one machine. Apparently, this was the minimum number of passengers, and we had to pay more to get to your destination. The driver with the pleasure he took a few more people to get more money. I did not take his eyes off the landscape, looking at all the places we passed, because I had only to look at their fellow passengers as I judged the laughter - so it was awkward and ridiculous. Finally, we got to Ban Lung. It was there that I finally found her paradise. There were no white sand, no clear water, but long, orange, dusty roads. But the people, places, smells, tastes, and everything associated with my first trip to Cambodia will remain forever in my heart. It was a veritable paradise. See also: Eco-Resort Ban Pako small village from the list of UNESCO Water transport in Laos: the main thing - to get to your destination!
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