They are prodigies of the road. Events that arouse with the face of misadventure placing adversity in our path, randomly turning the trip into a memorable eventuality. This could be the reading of a day where the unexpected became my best travel companion, a skid that tones, rebalances and makes us reconsider our place within the grand scheme of things.
In the genre of contradiction, The prologue of the story begins with the country's championship, Without any mishap in the distance. This is how I woke up one morning at the captivating town of Müang Ngòi Nüa, Located in the northwest of Laos. A small village inversely proportional to its beauty where the only means of transport feasible to get here are the barges that leave Müang Ngòi and the charming river Nam U. A scene portrayed by the relief of carsal origin of a covered and bristling territory of mountains, a nature that competes with the rice fields that make up the surrounding stage.
Events that arouse with the face of misadventure placing adversity in our path, randomly turning the trip into a memorable eventuality.
I recover the notes of the preceding days, those who, In some corner of the impromptu blade, Custody the interested information. “People but throats of Ban Na, Huang Huang Huai Sen. Arriving walking is a highly recommended experience ", I reread not without difficulties a few lines taken from the urgency of the immediate. Terms like "tranquility", "Harmony" and "Beauty of the landscape", They are repeated when the indications of other cross travelers are collected. It looks like a good plan, murmur while preparing myself.
I travel on foot the battered roads accompanied by that harmony and perfection of the landscape that inspires admiration and delight. I have not yet reached the central hours of the day and, however, I have the impression that the sun is at its highest point on the horizon. The mistake interrupts me again when I discover that I barely have water. Thirsty, I seek to hydrate in the small stream that lowers and scarce in the steep gorge. It is then when the course of the Nam u river divides, A few meters down. The view is amazing.
What seemed to be a fluffy sand through the most immediate land strip to the river water, It turned out to be a barrizal with airs of Movedizas sands.
In the stillness of its deep waters of that section I decided to give myself a refreshing dive. Without a defined path to descend, I slipped as many times as possible. Tired by the annoying irregularities of the descent, I opted for the one that seemed the easiest access. And is that, sometimes, The distance confuses reality. Well, what seemed to be a fluffy sand through the most immediate land strip to the river water, It turned out to be a barrizal with airs of Movedizas sands. An issue that I immediately checked by not being able to get out of that viscous clay. The situation worsened quickly when trying to get a foot, some movements that only managed to sink me more. The knees were already submerged when, With a certain degree of assault for not knowing how to get out of there, I started to distress myself.
The frustrated attempts soon gave way to the ways of silence. Without knowing what to do, I remained subject to immobility, only certainty that, at least, I would grant me an extension. A temporary suspension of the inevitable. The embarrassment of a vertical sun increased the difficulty, A hard test that did nothing but feed my anguish.
Without knowing what to do, I remained subject to immobility, only certainty that, at least, I would grant me an extension
And, again, I felt that the ground gave in to my feet. With immobilized legs, I remembered those stages adventure books in swampy places, where the protagonist steps on a firm appearance and begins to sink quickly, engulmed and devoured by the jaws of a moving land. An image of the suitcase of my memory that little or nothing improved my mood. Confused and irritated by the awkwardness of what happened, I began to curse the moment, minutes before, in which he had decided to moderate heat with a dip.
At the height of my nose appeared the portrait that had told me so many times when referring to the beauty of these parts: Formidable mounds of an elevation that demanded the ascending movement of the neck muscles, While reviewing a tone of Frondoso Green. A plane cracking by an extensive crack, Driving artery of some waters that rest in calm calm. Those same as, Under the effects of its magnetism, They had stopped the course of my path.
With a horizon already tired of waiting, I resumed the matter of memorable label in which I was
With a horizon already tired of waiting, I resumed the matter of memorable label in which I was. The attempt to move again disappeared when he felt that the mud gained ground and thus approached at the height of my hips. When the impotence seemed to beat the pulse to hope, I got rid of the coat of the suspense tension when seeing, About fifteen meters, to four children of no more than ten years who ran from one place to another while battering with some rowing for pure fun fun. I would blow (relieved) as much as I could, accompanying it of the necessary gestures that will attract attention. Cautious, Well, the shaking of my body could cost me some centimeter more.
They were enough for a few minutes to come to my aid. Without any adult in sight, I started doubting the help that children who doubled their weight and almost tripled age could provide me. With a Laosiano of doubtful pronunciation and helped, especially, for the expressiveness of my gestures, We achieved (Or I thought so) understand each other to immediately check how these, placed in chain, They threw with my hands. After a pair of endless attempts I managed to get out of those moving sands that had been caught by the carelessness of ignorance, For a dilated and thick time of just over an hour. With gratitude to the service call, Those creatures of daring courage continued to span.
After a pair of hardworking attempts I managed to get out of those Movedizas sands.
Something incredulous for what happened, I dive (Now) In the waters of the Nam U river while I gave me off the viscous substance that had muddled three quarters of my body. The generosity of those young people had only expanded the nobility that radiated the atmosphere of that place. A place bearer of that harmony, that tranquility and that beauty of the place that others, For traveler's joy, They had the opportunity to enjoy and, more than that, respect.
