That about sums up all you need to know buying a bus ticket - if only you could read it!
We
have arrived in Pakse, just over the border in Laos from Ubon Ratchathani, in
Thailand, though of course the crossing is at Chong Mek on the Thai
side and Vang Tao on the Laotian side. Remembering those names is also paramount,
just to keep you on your toes.
I
think I love the romantic notion of crossing into a country on your own 2 feet
but the reality is a lot more anxiety creating than I ever remember until it is
happening again. We got the first bus from Ubon at 9.30am. Because they
wouldn't sell tickets in advance despite it being labeled an International Bus,
we had to get to the bus station by 8am when the booth opened on the day we
wanted to travel. We were determined to be early, as I wanted to sit at the front,
where it is better in terms of not getting travelsick. We were there by 7.40am
having been packed into the public transport (“song tao”) like sardines with
all the kids going to school. We felt quite pleased with ourselves for managing
to understand enough to negotiate and avail ourselves of that 35-cent ride! At
the ticket booth, we ended up second in line and got 2 tickets near the front
but not at the front, as the four front seats had mysteriously already been sold before
the booth opened.
Much
to our surprise the bus left on time and took the exact 1 and a half hours that
we were told it would, to reach the border. There were clear signs on the bus
that said it would wait just 20 minutes for visas to be processed, so we scooted
into immigration knowing we needed to be quick. We were again second in line to
be stamped out of Thailand. Next came the walk into the unknown with those going the other way
on the opposite side of the mesh barrier separating incoming and outgoing travellers. Why is it that I love this? We were in a
concrete tunnel and we were anxious about being in no-mans-land in terms of
having been stamped out of one country and not yet stamped into the next.
We
grabbed the forms and filled them in with the utmost speed and were the first
on our bus to lodge our visa applications in Lao. Feeling lucky as Australia is
on the list for a visa on arrival, at the cheapest rate, we paid our US$60 and
handed over the photos we knew we would need. The not so smiley official told
us to go to window 6 - no receipt for passports, just go. We didn't want to
argue and off we went. After waiting for 10 minutes, one of the Thai girls on
the bus told us the bus would be leaving in 5 minutes. Thanks for that!! The
man behind window 6, which I had to bend in half to be able see through, told
me for the millionth time to "Wait a moment," and I refrained from
trying to tell him what a moment actually means. A long 10 minutes later we had
our visas and were the first of the 6 foreigners on our bus to have survived
the processing.
By
that time my heart was racing and I was sure that our bags along with our bus had
long ago disappeared but no... the sign is just another one of those random
acts of bureaucracy that Thailand seems to specialize in and the waiting at the
border, well that is just to remind us that Lao is communist I think!!!One couple
from our bus hadn't even lodged their paper work when we got our passports back
and we had no idea where the bus was once our ordeal was over!! Urrggghh.
Ian
finally spotted the bus we had arrived in while I did my best to impersonate
someone who is not panicking, and yes it was still waiting for us. He dashed
back to tell the other 4 where it was as I boarded and everyone looked very
peeved as I got on. We didn't exactly engineer the delay ourselves but now I
can see why no-one looked pleased to see us 6 getting onboard in Ubon- least of
all the driver. The Thais and Laos were all processed for a mere $3 and
stamped straight out and in at the two checkpoints, no waiting no delay!
Another
20 minutes of waiting and the other 4 foreigners appeared clutching their
passports and one wandered off to do some shopping!! No way, the bus driver
wasn't standing for that and he started the engine, revved it threateningly and she immediately
jumped on. Like us, once in the bus, they frantically flipped through the pages
of their passports to see that they did in fact have that all-important visa
and stamp.
Yes
it took more than an hour and a half to process us "farangs" and yes the bus
did elect to wait!! I wanted to stroll to the front of the bus and rip those
notices with their anxiety creating 20 minute warning, off the wall but I
didn’t. By the time we were cruising along the Lao side of the crossing and on the
opposite side of the road of course, I was reminiscing about having flown into
Luang Prabang in 2012 and having got a free visa on arrival that was processed
in about 5 minutes with smiles all round.
Now,
why is it that I love to walk into countries I ask myself!!
Any further doubts are certainly clarified by this!
Funny! Have a great time in Laos. I also enjoy border crossigs, its fascinating how different two countries can be with just a fence separating them.
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