I had a bad feeling about entering the forest. I wish I'd trusted that instinct. What followed was one of my scariest travel experiences.
After exploring Vang Vieng's peaks, it was time to check out what was on the ground.
Vang Vieng was once South East Asia's most infamous party town. It's easy to still get high there, but not how you might expect.
After spending too much time drinking beer, I decided I should actually do something in Luang Prabang. So I took a ferry across the Mekong River to explore a more traditional way of life.
Driven to drink by boredom and depression, disappointing Luang Prabang had a big surprise in store.
Tak bat in Luang Prabang is supposed to be a sacred ceremony. But from what I saw, tourism has almost ruined this ancient practice.
Natural drama replaced human drama on the second day of my trip down the Mekong. I came to appreciate how beautiful life on this river is.
Opium, a conman and the Mekong river. It was all a part of my journey on the slow boat in Laos.
After riding the Death Railway, I took another trip back in history. This time it was at Ayutthaya, Thailand's ancient ruined capital.
After visiting the Kanchanaburi War Cemetery and the Bridge on the River Kwai, it was time to ride the Death Railway itself. What followed was a physically and emotionally exhausting day.