After having flown from Luang Prabang down to Pakse, we took a bus (hmm a
truck might be a more appropriate word...) for a 3h ride down to the
4000 islands, a suite of many islands (4000 only in dry season if you
count all sand bars!) on the Mekong at the Cambodian border.
There are 3 main islands for tourists to choose from, the very quiet
(Don Khong), the very party (Don Det) and the middle ground one (Don
Khon). Initial idea was to go to Don Khon but the boat driver did not
seem to agree so we went for the party island! To be honest, that was
probably a wise choice, Lao was so quiet at this time of the year that
Don Det was really fine, at least we found a few bars and restaurants
opened!
We booked ourselves in the first hotel we found, owned by a drunk
looking Russian man (no stereotype there...) and proceeded to enjoy
sunset on the Mekong with a drink.

Next day, we rented bikes (no motorbike this time) and we went on an
exploration trip, it goes without saying that there were a few
waterfalls, it's Lao after all! If I'm really honest there were more
rapids than waterfalls but not the type I'd like to do in a raft!
R did go for a swim but the current was incredibly strong, to give you a
feeling for it, there was even a safety rope! (In Asia you very rarely
see anything about safety, that must be a sign of a lot of previous
accidents)
On this tiny little beach where about 5m2 were allowed for swimming we
met another French guy (playing chess, just for info...) who introduced
himself as being from Morteau, like the sausage! (Special thought for B)
Despite how many times I have eaten and heard about the Morteau sausage,
I still don't know where is Morteau and I was too ashamed to ask the
guy...
Just in case anyone is interested, here's a map

Moving on swiftly, we explored the island where we originally wanted to
stay and agreed that it was fine for the day, watching buffaloes,
enjoying the rice paddies and the views of the Mekong but we had
probably made the right choice to stay on party island for the night
life! (By night life I mean 3 restaurants and 4 bars with most of them
selling magic something...)



Dinner on that same evening was marked by the discovery of the rubbish
collection system: put your trash in a big bin bag, tie it well, throw
into the Mekong, when it crosses the border to Cambodia, this is not
your problem anymore!
I did not ask about recycling...
Next move was to go to Wat Phu Champasak, for that we just needed to
make our way back to dry land and then catch a bus, at least that's what
we thought!
We had managed to be the only ones who bought tickets for a different
bus company which was not leaving from the central point, we ended up
randomly stopping mini bus in the street to find ours (lucky us, I think
it was the 2nd one!)
And then after a couple of hours drive, he dropped us in the middle of
nowhere saying that we had to walk 1 km to take a boat, arguing did not
change anything so we went. A good 4km later with our big bags and under
midday sun, we made it to a remote village with a ferry crossing of the
Mekong. Obviously the ferry which costs nothing crosses once a day, for
tourists, it's a private boat! A private boat which drops you exactly
on the other side of the river, still 2km from the village, my patience
was starting to run thin...

Luckily a real good hostel owner had probably realised that offering
free tuk tuk from the boat to the village was a good way of getting
business, and I fully supported his initiative! That was by far the
cheapest night if the holidays, 10$ for 2 people breakfast included! (I
also had to use my silk sleeping bag for the first time as I couldn't
risk touching anything...) I fell asleep watching 4 gekkos having a
fight on the ceiling and hoping the fat one wouldn't be overcome by
gravity and fall on me...
The night actually went peacefully and we were ready to explore the
temple the morning after. It's mostly destroyed, it's full of tiger
mosquitoes but it's actually rather beautiful and quiet. A bit the same
feeling as in Angkor with a fraction of the tourist population!
This same afternoon, we made our way, uneventfully, back to Pakse bus
station (3rd time in 5 days, even the noodle soup lady knew us by that
point!) to continue our holidays towards the Bolaven plateau.