Vang Vieng – More Partying and the Blue Lagoon

After an eventful day of tubing, drinking, getting lost in the dark and other debauchery, we woke up mercifully not hungover and set out to explore Vang Vieng.

Vang Vieng is very small, and although the surrounding scenery is gorgeous, there isn’t really much to do in town other than get raging drunk, or lounge around in one of the hip restaurants until you’re ready to get raging drunk.

We walked along the streets, perusing the touristy shops and came upon a sign advertising ‘German-Thai food, the best schnitzel in Laos.’  We thought that was quite random, and decided we would like to check it out.

After following the hand drawn signs for a few blocks, we finally found Viman Vang Vieng, where we were greeted by a small man with a strange accent.  He recommended ordering the schnitzel, after assuring us that it was the best schnitzel in Laos and even better than in Germany, so we decided to try it.

The man, Mr. Kaz, is the owner of the restaurant and seemingly the only person that works there.  He rounded the corner and started cooking our food which only took perhaps 20 minutes.  Neither of us are any sort of schnitzel-afficianados, but the dish was very good, especially paired with the perfectly fried potatoes!

He sat with us while we ate, explaining that he was born in Thailand and grew up in Germany.  He was visiting Laos a couple of years ago, and when he came to Vang Vieng, he realized that “this was his place” and decided to open a restaurant.  The result is a quirky combination of German, Thai, and Laotian food, all of which he boasts to be quite skilled–and we certainly can’t argue.  We ended up coming here again the following day to try his Thai curry which he makes in the “old-style” and was also very, very good.  He is also an artist, and the walls are covered in his eclectic paintings.

After spending a couple of hours with Mr. Kaz, we walked back lazily to our hostel and sat around the common area for a while.

Around dinner time, we got a couple of street sandwiches, then headed to Kangaroo Sunset Bar, one of the infamous local hangouts.  It was full of inebriated backpackers playing drinking games and grinding on each other to Top 40s music, all while consuming shot after shot of lao-Lao, the local rice whisky (read: sticky rice moonshine) and huffing ‘happy balloons.’

Happy Balloons being sold by a Lao woman, at a stand in the back of the bar

One of the bartenders wearing a frog suit approached us almost immediately, insisting that we participate in a bizarre game of no-hands darts.  She also introduced us to another girl who worked there wearing a penguin suit who challenged me to name all 50 states for a free drink.  After winning both the darts game and the state challenge, we were full of free shots of lao-Lao and vodka redbull within 30 minutes of our arrival.  After another hour or two of Beer Laos and chatting with the penguin, the bar was closing.  There is a curfew in town that forces businesses, with the exception of a few bars, to close down by midnight.  Naturally, everyone knows which bars stay open after curfew and there is a mass exodus to said locations at about 11:30pm each night.

Somehow our intentions of going to the bar turned into chatting on the curb with a couple of spacey Norwegian dudes that were tripping on mushrooms.  Two hours later, we stumbled back to our room, where we would end up staying for a full 24 hours in recovery from the night before.  It’s worth noting that we rarely get drunk anymore (we’re so mature, obviously) so our tolerance is low, and our tolerance for hangovers is even lower.

After a full day of agony and swearing off alcohol for life, we woke up feeling mostly alive and decided we would spend the day at Tham Phu Kham Cave and the Blue Lagoon.  Most people rent motos or take tuk tuks, but we decided the exercise would do us good after two days of binging and nothing productive.

About 4 miles each direction, we walked by small farms and admired the towering limestone karsts in the distance.  The sun was brutal and when we finally made it there, we were glad to jump in the beautiful (but frigid) blue water of the lagoon before making the sweaty, treacherous ascent to the Tham Phu Kham Cave.


The view walking to the Blue Lagoon
Limestone karsts in the distance
The Blue Lagoon
Jojo swimming in the Blue Lagoon

We had done our research and brought along our own flashlights and headlamps to go exploring.  Once inside the cave, there is a reclining buddha statue surrounded by stunning rock formations.

The sleeping buddha in the cave


Moving on, the cave opens up to a huge cavern and endless tunnels.  There are also deadly, plummeting holes with no safety precautions but some markings on the wall, so the flashlights were essential!




We ventured as far into the cave as we dared, but it was apparent how easy it would be to get lost in there so we turned back to avoid any mishaps.

Marking on the wall warning visitors about the dangerous holes!




Coming back down from the cave was even more perilous than the ascent.  Luckily we had good shoes on, unlike most of the other tourists who were fearfully clutching to the rocks in flip flops.

Jojo climbing back down from the cave


By the time we started back to town, the sun wasn’t quite as intense but we were pretty exhausted when we got back.  We had dinner at one of the chilled out pizza joints on the main road, then went back to the hostel to wait for our sleeper bus at 11:30pm.

We had a blast in Vang Vieng, but we made our exit before falling into the out of control party atmosphere that so many get sucked into.  It certainly is a good time and worth doing on occasion, but frankly, we worked our asses off to save up for this trip and don’t feel that it’s a valuable way to spend all of our funds.  Plus, feeling too sick to go on adventures during the day just isn’t worth it for us.

So, on to Luang Prabang!


Breakfast: 30,000kip

Coca Cola: 7,000kip

Water: 5,000kip

Lunch (Schnitzel): 130,000kip

Water: 5,000kip

Dinner (Street Sandwiches): 40,000kip

Kangaroo Sunset Bar: 130,000kip

Chips/Water: 20,000kip

Accommodation: 70,000kip

Total Spent: 437,000kip ($53.97 USD)


Sandwich + Coke: 27,000kip

Thai Curry: 95,000kip

Pizza/Beer: 110,000kip

Water: 5,000kip

Beer: 10,000kip

Accommodation: 70,000kip

Total Spent: 317,000kip ($39.15 USD)


Breakfast: 30,000kip

Coca Cola: 7,000kip

Water: 5,000kip

Toll Bridge: 8,000kip

Blue Lagoon Entrance Fee: 20,000kip

Food + Beer: 75,000kip

Pizza: 138,000kip

Pancake: 10,000kip

Water: 5,000kip

Sleeper Bus: 400,000kip

Total Spent: 698,000kip ($86.21 USD)

Vang Vieng – The Party Lives On (Don’t Read This, Mom.)

After a couple of slow, relaxing days in Vientiane, we woke up early to catch our bus to the infamous river town of Vang Vieng.

Up until 2012, Vang Vieng was well known as the party capital of Laos (similar in status to the Full Moon Parties down on Koh Phangan in Thailand.)  Backpackers flocked to this small haven to go tubing down the Nam Song River, stopping at the plethora of riverside bars to binge drink along the way.  In addition to the tubing, rope swings, ziplines, and water slides lined the river…their lack of safety precautions giving them the affectionate nicknames of “death swings” and “death slides,” etc.  In combination with other easily accessible illicit substances, it was…for lack of a better word, a shit show.

After 27 backpacker deaths by drowning and diving into rocks in 2011, (though the proposed number is actually higher, as many of them were sent directly to Vientiane before being recorded) and 5-10 backpackers ending up in the emergency room daily with serious injuries, the government finally cracked down on Vang Vieng in 2012, closing down the riverside bars and attempting to regulate the situation.

We couldn’t say how Vang Vieng compares now with how it was before the government crackdown, but we can attest that Vang Vieng is still (or at least, once again) a place of absolute madness.  Many of the riverside bars are back and bumping, and you see advertisements everywhere for “magic pizzas,” “space brownies,” “happy balloons,” and other obvious euphemisms.  There are also these charming billboards everywhere:


Despite its ugly history, tubing down the Nam Song is really just something you have to do, and is widely considered a rite of passage by Southeast Asia backpackers.  Against our better judgment, we made our way to the tubing center, got our tubes, and loaded into the tuk tuk with all of the other twenty-somethings to be driven up to the starting point of this ridiculous activity.


Now to be fair, tubing down the river is awesome.  The scenery is stunning and there’s just something everyone loves about lounging in an innertube.  Also, you don’t have to stop at any of the bars.  You could easily just relax down the river and call it a day.  But, as previously stated, we were in Vang Vieng, and we wanted to do it right.


After only a few minutes of floating, we came to the first bar.  Locals standing by the edge of the river threw ropes to us, so that we could pull ourselves to the side and get out.  The bar had a large deck to chill on, along with sand volleyball, and of course, a full bar.  We opted to stick with beer because the mixed drinks here are notoriously and deceptively strong.  But, the whiskey costs less than the soda so…yeah, it makes sense.  We each drank one on the deck, then bought another to drink in our tubes.


The second bar was pretty similar to the first, a large sitting area in a jungle type of setting next to the river.  It was also very close to the first bar (we hadn’t even finished our beers) so once we finished those, we decided to splurge and split a mojito before returning to the water once again.



By the time we reached the third bar, we were feeling the buzz and so was everyone else, clearly.  We walked up the steps to find the deck full of wobbly white people awkwardly attempting to dance to terrible pop music and woo each other into some kind of romantic encounter.  It looked like everyone was having a lot of fun, and it was quite entertaining.  At this point, a French guy we had sort of met on our sleeper bus from Hanoi to Vientiane spotted us and proceeded to exclaim, “HEYYYYYYY, I KNOW YOUUUUUU!!!!!” before making his way back over to the bar.


We agreed that to endure this situation, we must needs more booze, so we decided it would be a good idea to take a shot and then get a bucket: your choice of liquor and soda with ice in…a plastic bucket.  We had made it our entire trip avoiding buckets, but this seemed to be the time to get one, if there ever was one.  We sipped on our bucket while we watched the soft core fornication taking place on the dance floor, then decided it was time to move on.  This is where things started to get a bit fuzzy.


We climbed unsteadily back down to the river where we reentered our tubes and continued to the final bar.  The final bar is where some more drinking and some…other stuff happened.


Perhaps limboing under a gasoline soaked rod is a bad idea whilst intoxicated (or ever?), but aside from narrowly avoiding a hair-on-fire incident, it was fine.  Plus, the photo is undeniably awesome.

And then there was the obligatory train…


After we had had enough of this blasphemy, we got back in the river with some new Canadian friends we had made and set off for the end of the tubing run.  We spent the last leg of the river enjoying the scenery (it really is beautiful, despite the debauchery taking place) and chatting with the Canadians.

Now, at some point we got separated from the Canadians…and then we also got separated from each other…and then all of a sudden it was pitch black outside and completely silent.  After coming a little further back to reality, I realized that this was an unacceptable situation, but was unsure of what the right thing to do was.





At this point, I started wondering if somehow I had missed the part where I was supposed to get out or if I just hadn’t made it there yet.  Should I get out or should I wait?  If I wait, will I end up floating so far down that I don’t know how to get back?  After another 10 minutes of being paralyzed with confusion and indecisiveness, I decided to try finding Jojo again.

After calling his name a few times, he finally responded, to my immense relief!  At least if we were lost, we were lost together, which didn’t feel quite as lost.  We ended up getting out of the water and thankfully Jojo (who actually possesses navigation skills, unlike myself) got us back to the tubing center in town.  It turned out that we hadn’t gone all the way to the end of the stretch, so we had to walk quite a ways back into town.  To our surprise, the center actually gave us part of our deposit back when we returned our tubes, despite getting there after 6pm.

Despite the removal of the death swings, slides, and other dangerous activities, it’s still easy to see how easy it would be to injure yourself (or worse) while participating in the Vang Vieng tubing.  To make matters worse, most of the people we saw at those bars were at least twice as drunk as us, and on god knows what else.  Nonetheless, we were still happy that we had done it, and even happier that we had come out unscathed.

We celebrated our successful tubing adventure with some savory street pancakes, a ton of water, and getting ourselves to bed.

Breakfast: 40,000kip ($4.93 USD)

2-Coffee: 10,000kip ($1.23 USD)

Water: 5,000kip ($0.62 USD)

2-Tubing: 150,000kip ($18.47 USD)

Tubing Bars: Approximately 245,000kip ($30.17 USD)

Dinner: 60,000kip ($7.39 USD)

2-Water: 15,000kip ($1.85 USD)

Total Spent: 525,000kip ($64.64 USD)