A Journey across Northern Laos: Part 3 – Vung Vieng continued

I woke a little later than planned the following morning and wandered out to the restaurant area to find the haze was still hanging about over the distant peaks. The skies were cloud filled and the atmosphere cool and calm as I sat there enjoying the basic, but filling, buffet on offer. With breakfast under the belt and all my gear sorted and ready to go, I walked up the road and hired the same bike I had the day before.

The early morning haze over the ranges

The early morning haze over the ranges

My target area was twenty clicks up the main road north of Veng Vieng.  Within a couple of kilometers of departing the township outer limits the road had deteriorated once again into a bone rattling ride and as I rode on, I was being caked by clouds of dust thrown up by passing busses and lorries. Sometimes it was that thick that most of the locals I passed on motor bikes had their jacket sleeves covering their mouths to avoid inhaling lungful’s of the stuff. As I pushed on further into a more mountainous area I noticed that the hazy start to the day was becoming even hazier as thick clouds drifted in over the ranges that I was riding towards. After an hour of bouncing and rattling my way up the road I pulled over for a break next to a bridge; something was amiss. I was about to cross over the river and therefore, realized that I’d gone well past the turn off to my intended destination. After checking the map I had with me, I worked out that the turn off was about five kilometers back the way I’d come. Feeling slightly demoralized I jumped back on the bike and rattled off back towards Veng Vieng. Twenty minutes later I spotted a barely visible sign indicating the track down to the caving and tubing area. A few minutes later I was pulling in at a nice little grassed parking area, set aside for motor bikes and bicycles, directly opposite the tubers starting point. As I put the bike on the stand I was approached by a local and hit with the obligatory parking fee of 5000 kip. There were a bunch of pickups parked nearby, piled up with kayaks and inflated truck tubes. No doubt at the ready for the hordes of party animals about to arrive for the coming day’s drunken drift down the river. I needed to cross the river to get my days sojourn underway and as I stepped up to the rickety wooden bridge, another local appeared out of a small hut with a ticket for the bridge crossing fee; another 10,000 Kip.

The bridge to the other side and the start point for the tubing drift down the river

The bridge to the other side and the start point for the tubing drift down the river

Heavy cloud over the ranges beyond

Heavy cloud over the ranges beyond

After crossing to the other side of the river I took a bit of time out to relax after the one hours juddering I’d received on the trip up. There was a small, shanty style restaurant overlooking the river so I sat down and ordered a Lao coffee. There were a few others sitting about talking about their upcoming tubing trip. After dipping my toes in the river I decided they were definitely welcome to it. Perhaps I’ve got a bit soft, and the blood has thinned out after living in the warm climes of Asia for so long, but the water temperature was definitely too cool to be immersed in for long periods of time. If I was considering a go at tubing, a wetsuit would definitely be in order. With a strong dose Lao caffeine coursing through my system I was on my way up the trail to the caves I’d come to have a look at; Tham Hoi and Tham Loup. According to the reasonably detailed map in my possession, both sites were situated together at the end of a relatively short – one kilometer – walk up through some rice paddocks and a bit of bush.  After walking through a stretch of scrub, and crossing a couple of creeks, I arrived at large cleared area divided into rice paddies.

A make shift bridge over a creek

A make shift bridge over a creek

The trail was easily identifiable but there was no signage anywhere. I’d covered roughly about one kilometer and I could see that I was nowhere near the cliff faces which are the normal geographical terrain for caves. No doubt I missed a turn off somewhere as the cliffs were about five hundred meters over to my left. I took a few moments to get my bearings and, in the process of doing so, was confronted by a friendly herd of buffalo ahead of me on the trail I’d been following. As I was getting the camera ready something became apparent to me; apart from the odd twittering bird, it was completely and totally silent. After living in a large city such as Bangkok for so long one becomes oblivious to this truly remarkable state of calm; the sound of silence. Our senses are bombarded and numbed by constant noise, and chatter, and we completely forget what it’s like to be somewhere that’s silent; where the mind isn’t subjected to the constant bombardment of noise. I stood there for a few minutes appreciating the tranquility of the moment. Moments which, in the stress of urban living, are all too fleeting?

I continued on looping back through a small village and heading over towards the cliff line. A couple of locals working in the paddocks indicated in the direction I should be going and I carried on to eventually arrive back at one of the creeks I’d crossed. There was a small turn off heading towards the cliffs, which I’d missed. There was still no signage about but I continued on eventually bumping into a young local who, as luck would have it, turned out to be a caving guide who spoke Basic English. With a price agreed upon for guiding me through the caves – USD 10 for both – he led the way and a few minutes later we were standing at the base of the cliff line; the entrance to both caves was a short walk further on.  In a nice little clearing, no more than fifty meters from where the tracks up to the caves started, the locals had erected a shelter; basically a six meter square cement pad covered by a corrugated iron roof. We sat down for a breather and a drink of water while my guide explained a little bit about the first cave to me.

“Tham Hoi goes in one kilometer under the mountain. It’s not such a difficult walk. There are some places where we must bend down to get through but mostly we are able to walk in a normal position. There is a fresh water pool and the end of the cave where we can have a drink or have a swim if you want? Do you have lights?”

I opened my hip pack and took out the head set light and put it on. I also showed him the extra hand held, back up light and he nodded in approval. After making sure everything was in order, and getting my camera set up for the walk into the cave, we were off up the short track to Tham Hoi. At the entrance was a faded, but impressive, Buddha statue. I’ve often wondered what the infatuation is with Thais, and Laotians, regarding Buddha’s and caves? It seems as though every decent size cave I’ve been to in this part of the world has a Buddha image of some sort in it. Perhaps Buddha lived in a cave for a while?

Another Buddha image in a Cave

Another Buddha image in a Cave

I banged off a couple of shots and then we pushed on into the cave proper. It was almost the perfect tunnel; being approximately 4 – 5 meters at its apex and a comfortable 3 – 4 meters in width. The going under foot was slippery and foot placement was important as we negotiated the rises and falls in the cave floor. My guide informed me that during the rainy season the cave was an underground river and the water flow was often a meter high. As I picked my way through the expanses of smooth, worn boulders there was no doubting what he’d just told me. The first half of the trek in alternated between stretches of jumbled rock and wet clay. In some places there were still pools of muddy water in the hollows of the floor. These could be skirted by hugging the cave wall and carefully negotiating a narrow track running above the hollow full of black goo. In one spot a rough wooden ramp had been put in place by the locals to get over a deeper hollow.

As we moved deeper into the cave the humidity inside was beginning to take its toll on me; my shirt was soaked in perspiration. One thing I’ve found, through the experience of going into caves over the years, is that a nylon type shirt is much better attire than cotton. Cotton, when it becomes damp, is heavy and makes you even hotter.  Nylon has less of a tendency to stick to you and it dries out much faster. As we moved deeper and deeper into the cave I had to give my guide his due; he seemed to know every twist and turn like the back of his hand. Not only that, he was setting a pretty good pace and I couldn’t but admire his agility when negotiating our way over some of the more difficult stretches. He later told me that he often did this cave tour twice a day.

The solid limestone terrain which becomes water filled during the rainy season

The solid limestone terrain which becomes water filled during the rainy season

About halfway in the terrain changed abruptly; instead of wet clay, and a boulder strewn floor, there were solid limestone features to work our way across. We paused for a drink and the guide informed me that during the rainy season, the dips and hollows in the limestone became water filled pools. He pointed out the water marks on the limestone and in some places I could see that the pools would be well over a meter in depth. After a short drinks break we moved off again and began to pick our way across the ridges and dips in the hard surface. We were over half way in and although the going seemed easier on the hard limestone surface, I could see that the volume of the passageway was getting narrower. In couple of places the tunnel narrowed down to a point where I needed to crawl through on my hands and knees. A bit after an hour since entering – as the guide had originally stated – the tunnel opened up to reveal a large chamber and a freshwater pool; we were at the end of the cave. We both crouched down for a few well-earned gulps of sweet, pure spring water.

An inhabitant of the dark environment

An inhabitant of the dark environment

The guide asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. I shook my head and moved off across the ridges of limestone, in amongst the pools, to bang off some more shots.  As our voices echoed off the cave walls I reflected on the fact that we were one kilometer in under a mountain; it was quite amazing to say the least. After getting a few more shots I rejoined the guide on the rock shelf at the side of the pool where we both sat down and to rest and cool off after the trek in. I sat there absorbing the silent ambience of the surroundings while he lit up a cigarette; it kind of ruined the moment but I couldn’t complain too much because he’d done a pretty good job guiding me in. A few minutes, and another ciggy, later my guide stood up and said “we should get going, it’s getting late and we need time for the other cave.” We stopped at the edge of the pool for another couple of gulps of spring water and, in doing so, my guide reached into the water and bought up a freshwater shrimp. It was quite amazing to think that even in this darkest of environments, living creatures could still be found. After taking a couple of shots we then moved off down the tunnel; retracing our path in. As we trudged on silently into the darkness my footfalls were occasionally interrupted by the guide’s timely warnings to watch my head on low hanging formations. The landmarks we’d noted on the way in were recognized again on the way out and it gave me an approximate estimation of how much further we had to go before emerging into the sunlight again. Although we were moving along at a steady trot I was doing my best to make my exploration of the cave one to remember by stopping every now and again, to look at some of the more interesting formations. For the guide it was probably just a case of another day and another tourist and he was doing his best to hurry me along. At just on an hour after leaving the spring fed pool, the first glimpses of natural light appeared ahead of us. A couple of minutes later we were exiting the cave. I checked my watch; we’d been underground for nearly two and half hours. We sat down for another drinks break at the shelter and I reflected on what had been brilliant day out, so far. Hopefully the next cave would be just as memorable.

Thirty minutes later we were on our way up the short track to Tham Loup. The entrance into the second cave was down a rudimentary, but solid, wooden stairway where the guide stopped to give me a brief about the cave, “Tham Loup is not so long to go in like Tham Hoi. It only goes in about 200 meters but it is much bigger inside and there are many beautiful formations.”

Another cave and another Buddha statue

Another cave and another Buddha statue

I followed his lead down the stairs and we were soon looking at the obligatory Buddha image just inside the cave entrance proper. With a couple of shots secured in the camera we moved further in and, within a short distance it became apparent that what the guide had indeed informed me was absolutely correct; there were impressive formations everywhere within a vast chamber. To move into the second chamber we were required to work our way past a restriction created by a formation. Tham Loup had a much larger internal volume than Tham Hoi and the other thing that soon became noticeable was that it was a dry cave; there was no water course and the going was much firmer under foot. Compared with the trek into Tham Hoi the journey to the furthest extremity of Tham Loup was much easier to negotiate and, within fifteen minutes of entering, we were at the back end of the second chamber. I was banging off shots all over the place while the guide continued pointing out some of the more impressive formations. Many were large and were a complete monolith running from cave floor to ceiling; a sign that this was a fairly ancient cave. In the odd location there were still smaller, growing formations to be seen; the incredibly slow process taking place, one calcified drip at a time, over thousands of millennium.

Moving through a restriction into the second chamber to view more impressive formations

Moving through a restriction into the second chamber to view more impressive formations

My guide; dwarfed by the massive flowstone formations of Tham Loup

My guide; dwarfed by the massive flow-stone formations of Tham Loup

Formations in the process of still being formed

Formations in the process of still being formed

I did another time check. We’d been in Tham Loup for around forty five minutes and I figured that was enough. I still had the trek back to the staging point and the ride back to Veng Vieng to factor in before it got dark; I didn’t fancy being out on the highway at night fall. We turned around and picked our way back out, occasionally stopping for me to bang off a few more shots. Twenty minutes later we were sitting back under the shelter and discussing what a great afternoon it had been. All too soon I was back at the village, saying goodbye to the guide, and rattling down the road on the motorbike again. I took it at a bit more of a sedate pace to enjoy the surrounding natural terrain in the late afternoon light; thoughts of another beer Lao sun-downer ever present as I rode on towards Veng Vieng. An hour later I was back at the outdoor restaurant and, as the sun slipped towards the horizon once again, I felt well satisfied with two days I’d had in Veng Vieng. There was probably plenty more worth looking at but I’d done pretty much what I set out to achieve; checking out the caves. This was the perfect place to relax after two full days of physical activity. In the fading light of the afternoon a herd of cows arrived for a drink at the rivers’ edge, and a bunch of kayakers paddled by. I took another gulp of my beer Lao; tomorrow it was onward to Luang Prabang.

A nice way to end the day

A nice way to end the day

TBC……..

Safe travels,

MEGA

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