n occasional fisher trying his luck on the shore. Sometimes you could see a cluster of locals trying to find gold in the water. We spoke a bit with an Malaysian guy who is married to a Swiss woman who was traveling with him. He was speaking about trading silver or herbs from Southeast Asia to sell it in Switzerland. He gave us more insight into Malay politics - basically saying the country is going down the drain because Chinese people are taking over the economy and extreme Muslims the politics. A funny side note is that he told us in front of his wife that he spends 3 months per year in Vietnam or so to spent some money for women. Apparently the money she earns. They seem to have a funny deal there. In the later afternoon everybody had to get out of the boat because there were some rapids coming up and a shallow. So everybody had to carry their backpacks and suitcases through the sand and rocks 1 km downriver. But by the time everybody arrived the night has fallen and a nearby indigenous village splashed out and set u
p several improvised kitchens. They were charging horrendous prices - clearly used to the fact that some time tourists get stranded here. But these prices fell the less they were selling. People had to sleep on the uncomfortable windy boat. The nights here get pretty cold. I didn't want to sleep in the cramped boat and that's why we decided to set up my mosquito net on the shore in the sand and sleep there. It was freaking cold; apparently also in the boat. Freddy wore everything he had with him. The next morning everybody felt like shit. The views were better than ever. Morning mist was all over the snaking valley were the Mekong searches it's way to the South China Sea.Everybody was happy to arrive in Luang Prabang and ending the slightly too long trip.
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