Laos: 25 years on

October, 2014

I was lucky enough to have travelled through Laos in 1989 – 25 years on and Laos has changed, markedly…

About six months after Laos opened to “falangs” (foreigners) and as only the third lot of Australians to go through at the time, the stark changes in Laos today forced me to put pen to paper and write this post.

Or, should that be fingers to keyboard?

Getting a visa in 1989

Laos, South East Asia
2-weeks of travel in 1989

Although very anxious, as I had to post my passport to Canberra for the Laos visa, and knowing that Australia Post loses mail, post it I did.

After several long weeks, which should have only take ten business days, the passport finally returned safely – stamped with a one-page visa.

Landing in Laos

At Thailand’s Nong Khai border, we were allowed to cross the Mekong River in a small local boat to Vientiane.

We didn’t realise until arriving that our visa was not stamped “By Air”.

A bonus. This was the cheapest method of getting across.

Other travellers with “By Air” on their visa, were turned back at the Nong Khai border and told to return to Bangkok – then, fly back into Laos. Travellers were pretty angry.

Vietiane, Laos
Open air kitchen in Vientiane (1989) – view from our accommodation

Australian Embassy

The Australian Embassy in Vientiane warned us not to travel outside a 5-kilometre radius of Vientiane, because of the danger of rebels still roaming Laos, especially in the hills.

This same official advised he had been living in Vientiane for over 5 years and never ventured outside this perimeter. Although we didn’t take his advice, decided to register with the embassy, just in case.

Laos in 1989

As the travel was part of a six-week honeymoon without any real plans, which included Malaysia, Thailand, and Laos, we only allowed two weeks to explore as far as we could get to in Laos – oblivious to how hard the travel would be in reality.

It took almost all of this time to hitch from Vientiane to Luang Prabang. No buses, Tuk-tuks, barely any cars, and with mostly one-tonne armed supply trucks or army vehicles only travelling on the dirt road.

Although we walked a lot, we still managed to hitch rides.

Very little English was spoken, if at all. The older locals did speak French. So, with my high school French, I found everyone to be extremely helpful and friendly, in fact, absolutely delightful.

Ang Nam Ngum Reservoir (1989) – mother or grandmother?


Travellers in Laos were scarce in ‘89.

The Country’s main road, which ran north/south of Vientiane was sealed in only about a 30-kilometre stretch. The rest of the road was dirt track or in parts, a mere resemblance of a trail bike track.

Deforestation was in its inception, as were cars in this country.

Most locals travelled on river ways by a small timber motor boat or rustic canoe.

Only a few hotels existed in Vientiane and Luang Prabang, with nothing much at all in-between these two major cities.

In Vang Vieng, a few of us travellers were herded into an open room, which was the small Town Hall.

This is where we all slept – on the floor, on woven mats for a couple of nights.

There was nowhere else and no other accommodation.

Tourism was almost unheard of and so were tourists. But the thirst that brought a very few to this country in this early stage was unanimous.

Travellers wanted to experience something unique.

This country in its natural “untouched” state. Unscathed by tourism. Still very unpolished and raw.

To hitch a lift meant walking through tiny villages, which were built impossibly high on the side of mountains.

Walking towards these villages would draw out many locals from their huts in disbelief, but especially children.

Occasionally, inquisitive children followed us out of a village for half a kilometre or more. Their faces looked as if they’d seen a couple of ghosts. What an amazing but humbling experience and one that is still quite vivid today.

Armed boat official (1989) – Ang Nam Ngum Reservoir

The rivers were the life-line everywhere we travelled.

The small handmade boats plied their way up and down, or across the man-made dam, which flooded the lowlands and displaced many villages.

Most locals travelled this way as roads were difficult, non-existent, or impassable, especially in the wet season.

Typically, an armed government official travelled on some of the boat routes, to ward off any rebels or fighting.


Hitching was the only way to get anywhere in Laos although as cars were scarce, you often walked a long way and for many kilometres. Anyone that’s travelled in Laos knows how difficult this is as it’s a very mountainous country.

Only the other day (2014) whilst travelling in Laos, I overheard a group of American travellers talking amongst themselves. Two of the travellers tried to hitch, but no one would pick them up…how times have changed.

I remember one of our rids was with a one-tonne UNICEF utility truck. The vehicle carried large boxes of medicines, a few escorts, and a couple of armed guards. And, also picked up another couple of locals during the trip.

The driver spoke a little English and advised that there were still instances of rebels coming down from the hills, and attacking food and medicine supply trucks.

Just to add to the apprehension as not much transport went past for a couple of hours, we took this 5-hour ride. Sitting on top of the supply boxes whilst hanging onto the ropes that held the boxes together for dear life, it was touch and go whether we would arrive.

Vang Vieng

With only the one 20-minute stop for food during the 5-hour journey, it was an exhausting, crazy but exhilarating ride, with very friendly locals – and, we arrive in Vang Vieng safely.

UNICEF truck (1989) – our 5-hour transport on top of those boxes, hanging onto ropes

From Vang Vieng, the aim was to travel to Luang Prabang, so we started walking north on the outskirts of Vang Vieng to a smaller village.

Laos, Van Vieng
Near Vang Vieng (1989)

Remember, we only had an A4 badly copied map of a section of Laos. No iPhone, no internet, no information. Nothing available in those days to make travelling easy.

Village of Phu Khoun

The next ride kind enough to pick us up was with a couple of army guys, in a decrepit left-over army jeep. The driver only knew a handful of English words and with our few Lao words, we had a laugh trying to communicate.

The jeep was in such poor condition that the gear stick kept slipping out. So the driver together with his army pal, pushed the gear stick back in when changing gears, whilst glancing over at us with a sheepish smile, as we were in the back. And gear changes there were many, as remember, this dirt road was very mountainous and pot-holed.

Needless to say, it was a very long and slow trip, also hindered by the last hour of torrential rain.

Laos, Ang Nam Ngum reservoir
On Ang Nam Ngum Reservoir (1989) – scared faces when the boat hit a submerged tree trunk as not sure how many could swim

We arrived in Phu Khoun at almost midnight.

I didn’t know the village’s name at the time and it wasn’t on my map. This tiny village perched high on a mountain with a handful of thatched huts, no shops or accommodation, nothing, seemed eerily isolated.

The army guys motioned that this was the cross-road and that they were headed right, asking if we wanted to go with them to the army base towards Phonsavanh. Luang Prabang was our left-turn.

Both were very kind and tried to explain a famous site that we should visit if we went to Phonsavanh. As we didn’t know what was out that way, decided to stick to Luang Prabang as the destination – at least this was on the map. Another reason for not going was in case we could not make our way back from this new destination.

Waking the village

To our surprise, both guys proceeded to knock on each hut’s door in the village until someone agreed to put us up for the night. We said our good byes and were left alone in a village in the middle of nowhere, without speaking the language.

The family that put us up for the night was very sweet.

I felt guilty as the bed – mat and blanket on the dirt floor – was still warm when I slid in exhausted. And, I’m sure someone was kicked out.

In the morning, we were fed sticky rice and a tiny amount of tinned salted fish, which was all this very poor family had.

We gave them a little money, thanked them for their kind hospitality as best we could, and set out again for the long walk to Luang Prabang.

Leaving Phu Khoun

The village children were gorgeous, inquisitive, and followed us for a long way out of the village.

I doubt they had seen many strangers before – if at all, especially walking into the never-never. Remember, we had no idea of distances, terrain or whether a vehicle would pass by anytime soon. Although we knew that the terrain that lay ahead, would be the same as what we already experienced.

Phu Khoun, Laos, village
Early morning at Phu Khoun village (1989)

Later on I found out that the site the army guys were trying to tell us about was the famous Plain of Jars, which I did finally see this year.

Phu Khoun, Laos, village
Inquisitive locals at Phu Khoun village (1989)

In hindsight, it was probably lucky not to have visited in 1989 as this site was still heavily littered with UXOs. Today however, MAG has done and is still doing, an amazing job of clearing much of the unexploded ordnances around this site.

Luang Prabang

After only a brief visit in Luang Prabang, we had to catch a flight back to Vientiane as sadly, we ran out of time.

Think the plane was an old twin prop Russian plane. Today however, this airport accommodates international flights.

Luang Prabang, Laos, plane
Luang Prabang (1989) – back to Vientiane; me turning around to face the camera (Photo: Colin Palmer)

Modern changes

There’s an abundance of new and expensive cars travelling on the roads nowadays.

One can only guess that a lot of this money has been Chinese-influenced. This guess is also supported by the huge investments that China is still pumping into Laos. Not everyone seems to reap the rewards. As with most countries, it is always a select minority that benefit from progress.

Although I hadn’t travelled in the Bokèo, Luang Namtha, and Oudômxai provinces before, when arriving in Laos this year, the first noticeable change was the numerous power lines. Good progress for the people of Laos.

I don’t remember many power lines in ‘89 or much power at all, apart from in Vientiane and Luang Prabang.

Two-month journey in Laos (2014)

Travelling by minivan from Luang Prabang to Phonsavanh this year took just six hours and still passes through the Phu Khoun junction.

The changes are immense.

The not-so-gruelling road is still very winding, of course this can never change. And apart from many potholes in sections, at least the road is mostly sealed.

Once more, an incredibly noticeable change also along this route is the power lines that slice through the already scarred deforested mountains.

This once pristine spectacular vista, is rapidly and surely falling victim to progress, corruption, and greed.

As in so many other countries today including Australia, the demand for old growth timber or any timber for that matter, supersedes any conservation aspirations. And with China, Thailand, Cambodia, and Vietnam supposedly closing down deforestation in their own countries, these countries are now hungry for the valuable timber in Laos.

It is predicted that only around 30% of forests in Laos will be left by 2020, which is only six years away. I would see this country now. After the noticeable forest devastation during the last 2-weeks of travelling here, this problem is already paramount.

The sporadic tiny villages with thatched huts built on impossibly high mountainside slopes, have mostly been replaced with much larger houses of concrete and tile or tin roofing.

Phu Khoun junction village is now a large town, which starts a few kilometres out in all directions with many shops, houses, and a round-about marking North, South, and East. This is all I saw whilst whizzing past in the minibus, before turning on the bumpy road to Phonsavanh.

Luang Prabang, Laos, Hmong
Luang Prabang markets – Hmong wife (1989)

I would still hitchhike in this country as it feels safe enough. Although as public transport is much better and actually exists now, we haven’t had to hitch, yet…


After two months in Laos this year travelling from north to south in this spectacular country, it seems that locals have also changed since 1989, or have a different mindset towards tourists.

Back then it was ‘how can I help or be more hospitable to a falang?’. Sadly now, it seems to be ‘how do I fleece more dollars out of a falang in the shortest possible time?’

Is this a result of tourism overload?

Although tourism is good for a country and a way in which locals earn money, it also comes with obvious down-sides. You can’t have one without the other. I’m not sure what the solution is really.

Perhaps this is a harsh observation. I hope that someone can prove me wrong, but this is one of the noticeable differences.

Although, travel out of major cities or tourist destinations, and you’ll soon experience the Lao people that I remember – most warmest and wonderful smiles, happy, and truly hospitable – just as in 1989.

I still love this country for its spectacular diversity and sincerely hope this doesn’t change in the future.

Visit my Nilla’s Photography Laos gallery for more images. More blogs on Laos.


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