Scooters to Muang Sing
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So we woke up early and it seemed to be nice out, however by breakfast time, it looked gray and like it might rain. Not wanting to laze around another day, we hopped on the scooter with daypacks and headed off on the road to Muang Sing.
Not knowing what to expect on the road, we filled up with gas (a bit of an adventure itself) and wound our way the 60 or so kilometers to Muang Sing. Along the way we passed through village after village of various ethnic peoples as we wound our way up and then down the other side of the mountain. Some of the villages were very small with just a few wooden houses on stilts, and others were bigger with small stores and what seems to be the ubiquitous satellite dish (hopefully not showing reruns of the OC or Real Housewives of Orange County). Each time we passed though a village the kids enthusiastically waved and shouted "Hello, Hello!" and "Bye Bye!” occasionally chasing us down the road - quite fun.
Two hours and several landslides later, we arrived in the very sleepy and dusty little town of
We scootered around a bit and eventually found a recommended guesthouse. It was marginal at best so we thought we would stop by the trekking office and see if they had anything scheduled the next day - they didn't.
Since as were starving, we figured lunch was in order. Let's just say that the food there doesn’t hold a candle to the great food in Luang Nam Tha - actually it sucked. In addition, we were continually pestered by very aggressive, older Akha women, their betel nut stained teeth shining in the sun as they continually tried to sell us bracelets and trinkets.
We had read about another place 6KM further out of town right near the Chinese border.
The Boat Landing had told us that Adima had changed ownership and was not good - they were right. A bunch of derelict looking young kids (Hooligans according to Cindy) were sitting around smoking and playing pool. They seemed perturbed when we asked to see a room. It was dirty and instantly won the "no way" vote. As we drove away we wondered if perhaps these were the kids of the previous owners (maybe they mysteriously disappeared ala "Children of the Corn" or in this case I suppose "Children of the Rice").
Now we had a dilemma. Here it was two o’clock with no good accommodation options, no good food options and no good trekking options.
Well it started drizzling and by about 2:55 it was raining pretty well but we weren’t going to give up so I donned my plastic poncho and we pushed on, vaguely able to see through my rain spattered sun glasses.
When we arrived back at the Boat Landing Guesthouse the girl at reception said "why are you back?” Feeling somewhat guilty that we opted for luxury over squalor, we told her our plans had changed and we had to make it to Luang Prabang to meet friends. Too funny!
When we wandered out to dinner, Sean and Elise from