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Myanmar to Laos

Myanmar – Laos


(Via Thailand)


Goodbyes said to Myanmar it was time for the lengthy overland journey to Laos via Northern Thailand. Our cheap night bus was posh on the outside but once again without beds on the inside and Steve especially found this 28hr leg of our trip an uncomfortable one. Happily for him there was a mid way break where premiership football was being shown on a big screen – Chelsea v Man United. Unhappily for him, Chelsea were losing which didn’t much help his mood!

To make matters worse we were both fasting due to our recent illnesses and rationing our fluid intake because of the usual lack of toilet facilities on board. All in all our positive mental travelling attitudes were taking a bit of a battering but we hunkered down and did what we could to while away the hours when sleep eluded us. By the time we arrived in Myawaddy on the Thai border we were dehydrated and famished and very glad to get off that bus…


Having rehydrated we changed some currency and headed for the border crossing, it was time to enter Thailand. The formalities at the border were pain free and we were granted entry and issued our visas with very little fuss – everything seemed to be on our side so far this morning.

A short songthaew (the Thai equivalent of a tuk-tuk) ride got us into the border town of Mae Sot where we were staying for the night. We found a local cafe for what we hoped would be our first taste of Thai food. Disappointingly though, being so close to the border, it turned out more Burmese than Thai, but it filled a gap and energised us for the walk to our accommodation – which was farther from town than we’d anticipated. Laden with our bags and still recovering from our illnesses the trek in the heat of the midday sun seemed more like 30 miles than 3. I for one was relieved to assume a horizontal position on a comfy bed as soon as possible after checking in.

Blissfully we lay there whilst discussing our next plan of action. We had hoped to explore Pai and various other places in the area before moving further East. Frustratingly though, Steve was becoming ill again so a decision was made to settle in one place for a while and make a concerted effort to get him fully recovered once and for all. We’d been moving continuously since leaving Nepal so it was about time to take a breather and relax for a little while. The idea of a short break from ‘what transport to catch when’ and ‘how to get where’ was at this point appealing. We decided on Chiang Mai for our bolthole and with this in mind Steve set about planning our journey there for the following day. With the help of his favourite website ‘The man in seat 61’ he very soon had our route, mode of transport and timetable mapped out – what to do then for the rest of the day? Of course let’s walk back into Mae Sot! We’re not great at sitting still and like to explore our new surroundings whenever possible. Our stroll back without the heat of the midday sun and minus our heavy bags was easy. We wandered around the ordinary town for a while before finding a great little cafe and treating ourselves to juice and pasta. This generic food choice was unusual for us, but with our efforts to become well we’d decided to avoid spicy local food, opting instead for alternatives that would be easier on our stomachs. We found this surprisingly hard, but hopefully it would only be necessary for a short while.

Juice – no ice…

Both the food and drinks though were delicious. We hadn’t eaten pasta for weeks so it was a much welcomed treat that we both relished, the healthy looking juices hit the spot too. We filled our bellies, played crib, our travelling card game of choice, and soaked up the local atmosphere. It had been a lovely evening.


The following day it was time to put Steve’s travel plans into action. We had a free mini van transfer to get to the bus station where we caught another minibus which took us to another bus staton. This station turned out to be the wrong one and so a quick zip across town in a songthaew was needed to get us to the right one. Unbelievably our bus was just about to leave so it was out of the taxi and straight onboard, better still we were given the two front seats with loads of leg room – Steve was a very happy man.

Happy Steve…

As with many of our journeys we were the only westerners on board and so once again were the centre of attention amongst our local travelling companions. Their obvious curiosity at our presence suggested this public bus route wasn’t regularly used by tourists and we could see why. It had proved a faff, with luck playing a large part in everything coming together. For us though this is all part of the attraction of using public services rather than the often more straight forward tourist transport options. There are fewer western faces and you make a connection with the local folk you’re travelling with who generally enjoy having you onboard – this was a great trip. A few hours later found us at the train station – once again the wrong one! We ummed and ahhed about where we needed to be and whether or not to walk, but tired from our travelling we opted to take a lift. It was the best decision of our day. As we arrived at the spotless station to buy tickets we were told that the train we needed was just about to leave. We were escorted, by a very smart and very smiley elderly station master, to our train which 5 minutes later departed – we were on our way. The train was cheap, it was air conditioned, the seats were comfortable and we were served hot food and drink. Our day just got even better.

Unexpected food included with our very cheap tickets!

The journey went by quickly and we soon found ourselves in Chiang Mai. We’d left booking a hostel here until the last minute as we hadn’t decided on what we wanted, luckily The Lonely Planet came up trumps – Gaps House was chosen. You can’t book or reserve rooms here, it’s a “turn up and hope for the best” hostel, but as it wasn’t high season we were optimistic there would be a free room and happily for us there was. What an amazing place it was too. Set amongst its own little jungle just inside the old city moat boundary and only a couple of minutes stroll from the famous Sunday night Walking Market, it was a cracker.

We explored the night markets, we passed the time in the cool cafes, we enjoyed, or should we say endured, a Thai massage, we visited the city aquarium, we went to see Thai boxing – a fascinating and brutal sport combining traditional music, agility and hefty dose of bravery and we worked at getting our ourselves better.


Steve was again unwell, and although much better I still hadn’t fully recovered from my brief bout of illness – it was time for some more research. We read that antibiotics, of which Steve had now been on three courses, can in themselves cause stomach problems by killing the good bugs in the gut. In order to become properly well, we read, it’s important to get intestinal flora back on track – Yakult, or the Thai equivalent it was then. We found various other suggestions and tips for good gut health which we implemented, replacing the antibiotics for a while to see how it went. It went brilliantly! We were strict with our diets, which meant no street food, however tempting it was, nothing too spicy and no alcohol! (not that we were drinking that much anyway). Steve, with his fondness of spicy local food washed down with a Chang beer, disliked our new strict regime and grumbled constantly, but he soon learnt to tolerate it, especially when he started feeling properly well for the first time in as long as we could remember. He started to put weight back on and regained colour in his cheeks, finally and thankfully his health seemed to be heading in the right direction.


Chiang Mai is a wonderfully colourful city with a cool vibe. You can party or chill here, socialise with the diverse characters that wander its streets or soak up the culture in solitude, you can take cooking lessons, have a massage, watch Thai boxing, browse the gloriously colourful local day and night street markets or shop at the westernised malls with their branded merchandise. We very much enjoyed our 10 days recuperating in the city and were sad to bid it farewell when the time came.


It was an easyish bus ride to the border, so we thought! Our hostel manager, not the most helpful in the world, assured us that buses ran regularly to our destination of Chang Rai and that even with the New Year festivities looming there would be plenty of seats available. Against our better judgment we took his advice and didn’t book tickets in advance – BIG MISTAKE!

As we stood at the depot with one person after another turning up with their pre-booked tickets we were kicking ourselves for not going with our instincts. The earliest bus with space available was later that night and meant almost certainty of missing our boat connection. We needed to weigh up our options – sit it out and potentially miss our boat or find an alternative – what to do? We’ve found that giving ourselves space works wonders for finding solutions, so that’s what we did and sure enough within a few minutes we were a group of four – us and 2 local guys with the same problem. The men on the taxi rank took notice and we were soon approached with a “you need taxi?” We were a long way from our destination and we could see our limited budgets being blown out of the water, but sometimes needs must. The first offer of help and its accompanying price tag was immediately rejected. But work seemed slow on the taxi rank and before we knew it we were being offered a good enough deal to be taxied to where we needed to be. A price was agreed which was somewhat more expensive than the bus, but one on which we all agreed – we were good to go. During the trip we were shuffled from one mode of transport to another in a kind of relay affair which wonderfully got us to our destination with bags of time to spare.

Nap time!

It was then a songtheau followed by shuttle bus to cross the border and into our next country – crossing a border is always a buzz, but we were especially excited to be entering Laos. Formalities completed we shared a lift with a couple of young travellers on the back of a truck to the small town that would be home for the night. This trip was to be our first experience of the infamous water festival we’d heard so much about. As we passed small villages, pockets of people either with hoses, water pistols or buckets hurled water at us from all angles with great accuracy – we were drenched!

We hadn’t booked any accommodation, but it wasn’t difficult finding something and we checked into the first place we stumbled across. We picked up our boat tickets, draw out local currency and bought a local Sim* before settling down for the night. Tomorrow we would be catching a slow boat to Luang Prabang – Once again we were excited.

HELLO LAOS!


* We use local SIMs for wifi hotspots. Extensive phone coverage in most countries enabled good, cheap, readily available internet access – especially handy for long journeys on buses and trains.

1 Day and counting…

Goodbyes Done…

On Friday 7th Oct 2016 we left Cornwall, on the 8th, 9th and 10th we said goodbye to our amazing families and on the 11th we leave Britain.

Our first stop (before leaving Britain) in the big wide world, was a fab little Croydon cafe called Byte Cafe imageand our carefully calculated daily budget for the next few months compromised in less than 10 minutes!

Underground negotiated, we headed to central London to watch our ‘new boss’ Doug Scott talk about his climbing adventures and charity organisation (who we’re soon to be working with) Community Action Nepal.

What an incredible man he is, brimming with unbelievable stories of mountain climbing madness and talking with utter passion and pride about his charity and it’s connection with the mountain people of Nepal. His infectious enthusiasm has whet our whistles well and truely for the work we’ll be doing over the next few months and we now can’t wait to get started.

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Steve – Doug – Me


Kathmandu here we come…

 

 

 

8 days and counting…

Chaos…

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I need a bigger bag!

23 days and counting…

Back to school

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A few weeks ago our son Jack, a primary school teacher tentatively asked if we would visit Huish Primary School in Yeovil (where he teaches) to take a short assembly about what we’ll be doing in Nepal over the next few months. 


Huish had already very generously decided on Community Action Nepal as their chosen charity for the upcoming school year so we decided it would be a good thing for us to do – after all, how hard could it be talking to a hall full of children, we like children. 
It turns out going back to school is terrifying… 

The day before our assembly appearance and a little muzzy headed from our daughter Meg’s birthday celebrations the night before, our previous solid convictions that we were doing the right thing started to evaporate – what had we agreed to?

Following a hearty breakfast at The River House cafe in Frome (thoroughly recommended) we felt prepared to tackle the day and knowing we couldn’t put it off any longer settled down to the task at hand.

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Jack very impressively whizzed off a 20 minute assembly plan and helped with techniques on how to present to numerous children – eek. James (Meg’s boyfriend) a seasoned pro at public speaking to groups of youngsters chipped in with a single word tip “chemistry!” Apparently it’s important to be an interacting, cohesive duo when on stage together – double eek. Amy (Jack’s wife and also a primary school teacher) gave the easiest advice to follow for the assembly with the youngest children which was to stick to simple vocabulary, use easy words and keep it brief – this we could do! Meg helped with the dreaded “does anyone have any questions” at the end bit so we could practise thinking on our feet. Her idea of aiding us in this matter was by asking such things as Mr Opie, how many bikinis is Mrs Opie taking with her? With everyone present knowing that I have 3 packed  (work in progress, see blog 52 days and counting) hilarity ensued and we called it a night.

Monday morning came, and feeling inadequately prepared, terrified at the prospect of going back to school and without any car keys to get there as Jack had inadvertently taken ours with him earlier that morning we set about our final preparations. We scrounged a car to get to Yeovil – thanks Meg, went through everything one last time and set off with anxious anticipation for the afternoon ahead.

Despite a heart stopping flashback when asked into the headmistress’s office we needn’t have worried.


img_1199The first school we visited was Preston Primary School. The school is a beautifully modern building – including Steve informed me state of the art plumbing! The staff were so welcoming and the pupils a joy. Nervously we delivered our carefully planned assembly which seemed enthusiastically received. The pupils listened to everything said and asked impressively relevant and well thought through questions with not one mention of bikinis!

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img_2370Next to Huish Primary School and the same warm welcome by the staff followed by the eneviatable “Oh so you’re Mr Opie’s Mum and Dad!”It’s easy to see why Jack
likes working here so much, an infectious buzz surrounded the school and as with Preston it felt genuinely friendly and full of life. The children were brilliant, participating with interest and enthusiastic exuberance. Yet more challenging and intelligent questions came our way, with thankfully still no mention of bikinis…

Huish Primary School website

Our day was enormously rewarding and we would like to say a huge thank you to the staff and pupils of both schools for making us feel so welcome. We were so impressed with the youngsters we met and left with total respect for all the hard work and energy that goes into educating them.


Our special thanks goes to Huish Primary for choising Community Action Nepal for their charity this school year – we wish them lots of fundraising fun

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31 days and counting…

Where’s the time going…

It’s been a dreary wet Sunday in Cornwall and so what best to do, we thought, than concentrate on our travelling to do list. Our early optimism about having everything under control soon dissipated when we started adding more to the list than we were ticking off it! As it happens we have huge amounts to do in the 4.5 weeks left before we head off. imageWe need to set our bubbling excitement aside and focus on the tasks at hand. A trip into town to buy merino wool underwear (apparently a serious travelers’ must have) was a good start to that process we thought… So we headed to Truro Cotswold Outdoor – our favourite outdoor apparel store in the area and went about looking for the intended items. Some time later and basket full of unintended items we proceeded to the checkout to come across this…

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It was both surreal and exciting seeing leaflets promoting the organisation we’ll soon be working with right there in front of us.

For anyone interested these are the dates/venues of up coming Community Action Nepal lectures by our future ‘boss’ Doug Scott who’ll be talking about of his Everest adventures and voluntary work. Steve and I are catching his London lecture on the 11th before boarding our plane to Kathmandu on the 12th…


Despite our distractions we completed all intended tasks for the day and first impressions from Steve are that his Merino boxers really are the bees knees!


 

52 days and counting…

Hi Everyone,

This is it, our first blog post – it’s all starting to feel very real for us now. For those of you who don’t already know, Steve and I are heading to Nepal on the 12th October for a few months of volunteering work with the UK based charity Community Action Nepal. We’ll be living and working in remote mountain communities, helping to re-build buildings and infrastructures devastated by the earthquakes last year. Steve will be putting his plumbing skills to good use and I’ll be helping in schools and health posts.

We’re very excited about the adventures that lie ahead, but have many other emotions attached to what we’re about to embark on. The distance from family and friends is going to be the hardest challenge for us to overcome. Being happiest surrounded by the people we love, living so far from home for such a long time will undoubtedly be tough. The lack of creature comforts such as toilet paper – a doddle!

We’ve started the process of tidying up loose ends – a bigger task than we’d anticipated. We’ve written and re-written copious lists of what we need, what we don’t need – sensible must haves, frivolous maybes. I’ve still to master the art of travelling light – a skill that seems completely beyond me. Steve on the other hand is struggling to fill his bag and that includes his plumbing tools! We’ve updated our passports, checked out insurances (a little tricky and somewhat expensive it turns out for high altitude travel). We’ve chosen our back packs, debated if/what sleeping bags to take, how many socks we need, what vaccinations to have, what medical equipment is necessary and so on. We’re getting there bit by bit and all of sudden it feels just around the corner.

Among our to do’s was a blog, this blog. Although a complete technophobe I’ve taken on the task of putting together something that resembles a working site – eek! I’ve had lots of frustrations finding my way around the web world, but also lots of fun. Name chosen – Away with the Opies, we’re hoping to keep everyone at home updated with what we’re getting up to during our travels (wifi willing!)

We’ve set up JustGiving pages where all donations received go directly to Community Action Nepal. There are also links to CAN so you can check out who we’ll be working with – it’ll give a little insight into what we’ll be doing during our time in Nepal.

Welcome to our adventures.

Kate and Steve x

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