The queen has entrusted me with finding the source of the river of beer known as Beerlao. It is known that it lies somewhere in the territory known as Laos, but the exact location of the source has eluded us. In order to record my thoughts on this perilous journey, I have started this journal for scientific integrity.
I had pressed inland through the Kingdom of the Thai on established transportation networks before approaching the edge of their territory. After unsuccessfully trying to charter a trip from Chiang Mai, I found myself on the border of Laos in the village the locals called Chiang Khong. It was there that I managed to secure my passage into the heart of Laos.
Day 1:
I awoke in the morning with a start. A rooster’s call echoed in between the houses near my accommodation. I packed up my bags and proceeded across the border, leaving the Thai behind. The Laos side of the border required an actual visa, but they issue them on arrival and took up a page in my travel document.
After entering Laos, I made my way to the pier, where boats waited that would take passengers upriver on the Mekong river.
