Laos


June 19, 2008 - Vieng Xai, Laos

Today we visited the caves that were used as hideouts during the war by the leaders of the Pathet Lao (the Lao communist party, 5 of whose 7 leaders at the time have ended up serving terms as president of Lao since). The caves were pretty neat. Due to the excessive bombing in Laos during the war, the leaders, along with 2300 civilians, hid out in these caves in North-eastern Laos for a total of 9 years, much to the Americans’ dismay. Villagers would farm at night, cooking would be done with gas inside the caves if American planes were spotted outside, and generally an entire community was sustained within these limestone cliffs. There was even a massive cave that had been turned into a theatre, complete with cement orchestra pit. Pretty crazy.
At the moment only the caves in which the leaders stayed are open to the public, as well as the theatre cave, but eventually I think they hope to open the ones used by civilians as well.
You really realize at sights like this, which are only just beginning to come together, what a lot of infrastructure goes into making a tourist attraction actually tourist friendly. Here it ranges from the basic stuff (like having signs, explanatory displays, etc.) to potentially life-saving stuff (like clearing tourist sites of unexploded ordnance left over from the war…). They’re making progress, but it’ll be a while yet before the sites here are fully up to westernized expectations. From what we’ve seen so far though, it’ll be worth the wait.

Phonsavan, Laos - June 17, 2008

We went to see the ‘Plain of Jars’ near Phonsavan, Laos, today. We’d spent a day or two in Luang Prabang, the UNESCO protected heritage village between Vang Vieng & coming here, but I actually found this more interesting. Luang Prabang was neat in the sense that we got to see a silk weaving centre and it had tasty food (besides the silkworm poo tea, which we tried but could definitely not be termed tasty), but it didn’t stand out too much from the other semi-westernized towns we’ve visited recently. It was pretty, but not in a particularly memorable way for us. These jars though, they were pretty neat, for all the fact they’re jars.
To begin with, they’re pretty massive. All made out of stone, some were taller than me, while the majority seemed to approximately reach anywhere between my waist & my shoulder. Thick walled, too, at least 5 to 10 inches. There were some sandstone, some granite, some others. Quite a process to make something like that, especially considering they’re estimated to have been created somewhere between 500 BC and 500 AD.
The jars have been found in various areas, some of which are open to the public, some of which aren’t.
The three sites we were able to visit are considered ‘mostly’ cleared of UXO’s (Unexploded Ordnance). There are other sites but they just aren’t safe enough for visitors yet. I found the ‘mostly cleared’ a little daunting, but I’ll get into the UXO issues here shortly. As it was, we just stuck to the path and were fine.
The paths through the jar sites have been what’s-known-as ‘sub-surface’ cleared – teams have gone down into the earth below the paths and cleared out buried UXO’s. Stray off the paths though and you could potentially be in trouble. So far they haven’t had the money/people to sub-surface clear the off-path areas, so while the areas outside the paths have been ‘surface cleared’, in this country that unfortunately doesn’t necessarily mean much. There could be loads of UXO’s still below the surface, and rains can expose more. Thus it was that we were permitted to visit only 3 of the known sites, and made sure to stick to the paths.
The first site had the largest jar, which was easily a foot or two taller than me. Spread around it on the hill and below were various others, all in a relatively grassy area and mostly without their lids. Site Two had a bunch of jars spread out among trees, which was particularly picturesque, but Site Three was even more beautiful as it involved a walk through rice paddies up to a small garden-like area with all sorts of jars, complete with a view of the aforementioned rice paddies. The third site also definitely had the feeling of a cemetery, which is what archeologists think the jars were used for – to bury the cremated remains of the dead. Locals, on the other hand, think that the jars were used by giants back in the day as whiskey glasses… To each his own theory, I suppose. Either way, visiting these massive ancient jars placed seemingly at random in the countryside was pretty cool.

Back to the Unexploded Ordnance, aka UXO’s. In Phonsavan (Northern Laos), after visiting the jars, we went to the museum put together by MAG (Mines Advisory Group), an organization that works to clear places like Laos and Cambodia of Unexploded Ordnance left over from the war.

The big deal with Laos is that it wasn’t supposed to be bombed. Through a very informative display & videos we’ve found out a little more about it:
From my understanding, in the early 1960’s, the US, along with various other countries including Vietnam, agreed & signed compliance with a set of documents known as the Geneva accords. These accords gave Laos a status of peaceful non-involvement in the war. Basically Laos was to be considered off-limits to all sides, it wasn’t to be part of the war and no military personnel were to enter it. Both Vietnam & the US broke this accord very shortly however, the US to the tune of more bombs than were dropped on Europe & Japan combined in the whole of the second world war. All on Laos, a tiny little country in South-East Asia, which happened to be located next to Vietnam.
There appear to be two main reasons for this bombing, neither of which helps much now in terms of dealing with the aftermath. To begin with, the Vietnamese very early on started using Laos as a route for anything from soldiers through supplies – Laos being handily geographically parallel to Vietnam. I think it was called the Ho Chi Minh trail. The US, perhaps obviously, wasn’t too keen on this. So it began what was known as the ‘secret war’, a war it seems American civilians were told nothing about until much later.
In 1964, the US broke the recently signed Geneva Accord and started sending in military to Laos. It had them pretend to be civilians, and told them to claim they ‘got lost’ should they ever be caught. The US also started bombing Laos, both to try to get at the Vietnamese but also to put a stop to a group of Lao communists known as the Pathet Lao who were in effect Laos’ political leaders (Communism being of course the ultimate evil in US ideals at this time). So the bombing started. Lots of bombing. The equivalent of one planeload of bombs every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day, for 9 years. Seem a bit excessive? Perhaps. Why so much? Well the second main reason would be because American bombers flying from Thailand to targets in Vietnam would often encounter bad weather. Under instructions not to land with cargo still intact (also because it was considered ‘unsafe’), the bombs would be released on the way back, on ‘secondary’ targets in Laos… There was a lot of bad weather.
Where do UXO’s come in? Here, UXO’s (unexploded ordnance), are the estimated 30% of bombs dropped on Laos (considered to be approximately 2 tons of bombs per inhabitant at the time) which for one reason or another never exploded and now, deceptively innocent, pepper the countryside. Visibly and not so visibly.
The common bomb in use at the time was the cluster bomb, which is one big canister containing a whole bunch of little bombs known here as ‘bombies’. The small often tennis ball or pineapple sized/shaped bombies contain hundreds of ball bearings, meant to explode out and do serious harm to whoever is within range, be it in war times or now, 40 years later.
As one interviewee in a film we saw said, ‘bombs were not built to be taken apart’. There are major setbacks in the whole bomb disposal process, not the least of which being that now, 30-40 years later, these little bombies can be anywhere from underground to embedded in a tree – and are a whole lot more unstable than they were to begin with.
The people here are very poor, but part of the reason for this is because they can’t expand. There is no way for them to safely expand & create more fields to grow more crops, or build larger villages, because bombies can be anywhere, even in areas considered originally to be safe. We saw a film with a guy who lost an arm & leg when trying to dig a new hole for his bedpost and hit a bombie, in his own house. And one of a schoolchild who, while kicking pebbles on the much used road by the local school, encountered a massive undetonated cluster bomb. Add in the fact that the villagers can make more money collecting money from metal scraps than raising crops, and you have the added temptation of trying to find UXO’s & attempting to self-dismantle without experience. A lot of bombie fatalities occur to kids, for whom bombies can look like interesting toys or fruit (the pineapple-shaped bombies) until they prove deadly.
You learn more about world issues like this and you start to feel like you’re in an inescapable nightmare. Yet we can just fly back to Vancouver and forget about it, if we so wish, because we don’t have bombies littering our backyards (we just have the perpetrators sitting there).
We received t-shirts for our donation of pay for a week’s worth of work by a UXO clearance worker, but somehow will have to figure out a way to continue supporting the project.

Vang Vieng, Laos - June 13, 2008

I milked a goat today. Several, in fact. It was kind of interesting.
While I’ve been editing in Vientiane the past couple of days, Evy’s been staying at this organic farm just outside the backpacker town of Vang Vieng. I joined her here yesterday, and due to my delay will only be spending a day here compared with her week. I got up early to make the most of it, and spent from 7am to 8am attempting to squirt goat milk into a bucket. An interesting experience… As Evy’d said, you kinda wish you could poke more holes into the large yam-like object that is the goat’s udder. The one little pinprick at the end doesn’t do much. But then who’s in a rush, anyway?!
The milking of the goats was my second volunteer experience at the farm (we’d picked it because it offered various volunteer opportunities, and were glad we had).
The evening before, when I’d arrived, I was brought directly to the youth community building (built with assistance from a Korean NGO) that was hosting the daily evening English class for local youth. Every evening, these kids (who I later found out spend the majority of their days cutting grass in fields with a sickle) come in to attempt to learn English. A textbook donated by some organization is the general lesson plan followed by whatever volunteers are currently staying at the farm. Yesterday it involved a dialogue about the Internet. ‘Daniel’ and ‘Andrea’ are talking about how great this new thing called the Internet is (I would guess the text was written 10 or more years ago). ‘Daniel’, it turns out, only uses his computer for letters & reports, and is impressed that ‘Andrea’ is able to look up stuff from sports & cars through UFO’s…
It’s a very brief piece of dialogue, and the class is then meant to go through the unfamiliar words, discuss, and eventually re-read out loud for practice. Now this would be all well and good if this ESL class were in say, Canada. But try explaining the internet to someone who uses a sickle all day to cut grass. Or, say, the difference between a fax and an email to someone who’s never seen, let alone used, either. And UFO’S?! UFO’s was a whole other story. I tried to draw a spaceship with aliens and suddenly realized how engrained certain connotations are in our culture, and how they’re totally non-existent in other cultures. A little dude with two bobble-eyes next to a spaceship tends to mean alien to someone from a western culture. Here, they looked at me like I was crazy. My eventual way of describing a UFO was to draw the world with stars, the sun, & planets around it, and then little question marks here and there. Unexplained Foreign Objects. Thank god for Pictionary.

June 12, 2008 - Vientiane, Laos

There comes a point where you just don’t feel like looking at another temple, eating at another so-so restaurant, staying at yet another mediocre guest house/hotel…
I reached that point somewhere around the end of Nepal. 4 months down, 4 to go. Not exactly a stellar time to stop enjoying traveling, then again you don’t exactly get to pick when you get tired of something. It wasn’t that I wanted to go home or anything – I’d just lost interest in my surroundings.
I suppose it was to be expected, especially given our break-neck Nepal schedule and hectic month prior to that in India, not to mention getting sick and not completely getting over it before that. I’d hoped our weeklong vacation on the island of Tarutao in Thailand would alter my apathy, but the unfortunate weather and lack of interesting food didn’t really cut it. I did enjoy it, as well as Bangkok and taking the Muay Thai classes, etc. but I still wasn’t back to my usual self. Constantly tired and without any desire to explore these new countries, I worried that this state of being might continue indefinitely. Then we arrived in Vientiane, Laos.
Vientiane is the capital of Laos (pronounced Lao – the French added the silent ‘s’ for their own sense of aesthetic – there is no ‘s’ in the Lao language). The city is not one to rave about in any sense of the term, but it ended up suiting our needs perfectly.
To begin with, it was comparatively clean & modern – paved roads, sturdy well-built buildings. Due to being the capital, and at the receiving end of a whack of international aid, Vientiane is also filled with ex-pats (working for embassies, NGO’s etc.). Large quantities of ex-pats means a dramatic increase in demand for westernized lifestyle supports (ie restaurants/grocery stores/entertainment.). This in turn means a dramatic increase in supply of westernized lifestyle supports to fill that demand (in following with basic economics!). I think that for us it was perhaps this that really served to make Vientiane stand out.
We were only supposed to be in Vientiane for a couple of days. Then I decided to try to edit a film in time for the Vancouver Film Festival. I’d spent time logging all the footage from India etc, had the camera fixed, in fact had done pretty much everything I possibly could to ensure a smooth editing process. Nevertheless, as one should always assume but never does, artistic endeavours such as editing tend to take way longer than planned.
We reached the end of our proposed stay and after an all-nighter I realized there was no way I was going to finish the project in time to leave that day. Same thing happened the next night. Evy figured she might go on ahead but couldn’t muster up the energy that day, and the next day ended up feeling so sick she went to the doctor to confirm her own diagnosis of tonsillitis. This was a debacle unto itself, but I’ll let her explain that one (basically there’s no medical system in Laos – Lonely Planet recommends you fly to Thailand).
So we stayed in Vientiane. Day after day after day. And even though I was very shortly completely sick of editing, and even though our hotel room was a very basic room with window facing a restaurant stovepipe (constant grease fumes) I started to feel better. Evy still ended up leaving prior to me, and those first few days (I ended up staying 5 days even longer than our 10 together) I spent sleeping, watching movies, and generally doing what most people do on a Sunday after having spent months working on some project – relaxing. It was fabulous. Resting, together with the amazingly good western-style food, I think ended up being the perfect combination. By the time I left Vientiane I was sick of my computer, but totally ready to start traveling again – which made it all worth it.
As for the film, well, we’ll see. There were a lot of problems, but I can always hope that it was possible to see beyond them and think it was a semi-reasonable piece. I haven’t been able to look at it since handing it in – I figure whatever delusional state I might have been in when I termed it finished was correct at that time and I feel no need to go back and discover how wrong I might have been. Always look ahead, right?!

May 23rd, 2008 - Savannakhet, Laos

It is the evening of my 25th birthday, though oddly enough in Laos time I was actually born on the 24th of May… Maybe that means I can celebrate tomorrow as well!
We took a bus across the newly built bridge from Thailand today, which means that my passport was stamped with all sorts of official stamps bearing my birthdate on it. I was kind of excited by that. Yes, in some ways I am still 5.
In celebration of my birthday Evy had got me a croissant & nutella at the local market, with which she presented me this morning. That was pretty sweet. Also a Hello-Kitty-dressed-up-as-a-mouse candle. You’ll just have to see the photos. We placed it on the cake we went out for (‘kaffee and kuchen’ for those in the know), at a local bakery near our hostel. We also shared a bottle of white wine at a floating restaurant on the Mekong river - Thailand on one side, Laos on the other. You can’t really get much better than that. Especially since wine is a rather uncommon and rather expensive in these parts.
The Hello Kitty candle got another showing on a banana split at our evening restaurant, but unfortunately both times we were lacking in matches or lighters. Oh well. We are now ‘chilling’ on the front verandah style porch of our colonial-era guest house, eating Ferrero Rochers left over from a gift that never got given (meant for Evy’s housemother from her last stay in Thailand, who in the end we didn’t actually get to meet up with). The chairs on this porch are very comfortable. Because we’re on the second story it’s also pretty sweet because it means we can spy on people without them seeing us right away. Did I mention I’m still 5 on the inside?! I’m going to go have another Ferrero Rocher…