This is part of the eleventh section of my around the
world trip.
Complete Trip Overview & Map
Coming from Laos
16/2/05 I just rode past the Vietnamese border post but
was stopped a couple of km's further by a river. Two Vietnamese police on
motorcycles caught up and politely insisted I return. Papers were inspected,
the motorcycle thoroughly searched and I was escorted 6 km into Vietnam,
across the river, where I dropped the motorcycle, to their main office. More
inspection of papers, discussions and then insistence that I return the way
I had come which I did as far as the river. Then the realization of their
intention and I politely refused to proceed. Insisting the motorcycle couldn't
make the trip, that I only ended up here because I couldn't go back earlier,
insisting I be allowed to ride to Lao Bao, a sealed road to correct the paperwork.
There we waited as locals gathered to look at the bike and see what would
transpire. Two older men had hands missing, presumably from land mines, more
motorcycles crossed with bags of clothes and the water buffalo grazed uninterested.
Three hours of insistence and refusal after which the police simply took my
papers back to the border (Cua Khau Phu Ban Cheng) and demanded that I must
return there to collect them. Left to myself I decided to ride to Lao Bao,
really my only option as it was late afternoon, and would have been impossible
to travel back over the track in the dark. A new concrete road, cut through
the mountains for the first 20 km, then joining an asphalt road being upgraded
for the expected increase in traffic across the border. 45 km to Lao Bao
and I immediately reported the situation to the border Police. I had managed
a couple of photos along the way and talked to locals, obviously never having
seen a similar motorcycle. A surprise that my paperwork arrived at the border
within 30 minutes of me. The border was closing for the night, wooden carts
of scrap metal, old bombs and bomb fragments, pushed by hand were the last
to cross.
Polite discussions again, clearance with Laos that I was allowed to return
and it was after dark that I was escorted across the border, presumably with
comments of stupid tourist. Not the sortie into Vietnam I had hoped for on
the motorcycle, 60 km, mostly unescorted, not the most rewarding.
Move with me to Laos
Story and photos copyright Peter and Kay Forwood, 1996-
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