Being our first night, we wanted to prepare ourselves for tubing so we decided that the next day we would have a bit more of a relaxing day, so we heeded out to the blue lagoon which was another must do here. It was about 9 km outside of town, so we decided to rent bikes to soak in the beautiful landscape and grab some exercise of course. $2 each and we found ourselves on these funny, crappy, little city street bikes while we were on horrid backcountry roads with rocks the size of watermelons. It was so hard in the blazing afternoon sun, up and down hills, we couldn't wait to jump into the cold water at the lagoon. We finally arrived at the blue lagoon where we soon discovered along with another group of people there is two blue lagoons, and this was not even close to the pictures we have seen. This one should have been called " the brown lagoon" and needless to say it was a knock off that the local directed us too and made us pay for! Having no idea where to head from there in search of the real blue lagoon, we biked back out to the main road only to find a big yellow sign saying "tourist blue lagoon" with an arrow pointing the opposite direction from the little tiny wooden sign which we followed two seconds prior. Biking for another 2 km we finally arrived to the real one.
The water was so blue, and made Kendal having cravings to eat those 25cent blue whale candies. It was a real neat place because along with the extremely clear blue water, came an enormous tree equipped with two ledges to jump from one being about 10 feet the other 20 feet high and rope swings as well. After watching people jump off this tree, Kendal and I had to do it! After jumping off the tree, swinging around and swimming with the fishes in this beautiful lagoon, we called it a day and began our bike ride to our little bungalow we rented for $6 a night.
While at dinner that night we met another Canadian couple who were our age traveling from Winnipeg. Once getting to know them a little better, we decided to meet up with them the next day for tubing. While renting our tubes, we met a guy named Shane from Australia and together we set out to the river by tuk tuk. By noon we were pulling up to our stop on a random dirt road only to hear music blaring and find just as much beer flowing as the river itself. From side to side, bars after bar, alcohol served in sand buckets, guys throwing out lines to fish you in to their bar, we were greeted at every bar with free shots of the local homemade whiskey called Lao Lao. There was beer pong, life size drinking jenga, enormous swinging zip lines into the river and a water slide that shot you off into the river, which looked awfully close to the ski jumps in Canada Olympic park....yep, we did them all. And now looking at it if sober we wouldn't have even gone near them, they are so dodgy and dangerous! We got back to the city around 7 o'clock and found ourselves to fit right in with the rest of the tubing crowd, walking around bare feet since we lost our shoes, covered in red body paint and getting food from the street vendors.
We tried to keep the night alive as went to the bucket bar for free buckets hour, but that didn't last to long as we both were just in dire need to sleep, advil, more food and water.
The next day we would be leaving to a city more up north called luang prabang where it is a lot more culture than party so maybe if there was a church there we could ask god for forgiveness on the copious amounts of alcohol consumed previously in Vang Viang.
P.s. Mac, Casey, Landon and whoever is interested in going back to this new found heaven, count me in!
-Jeremy
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