by Shawn on January 22, 2014 · 22 comments

There are a few ways to get to Laos from Thailand: one can take an airplane there although it’s expensive. Many people opt to take the slow-boat which typically lasts up to two days on the Mekong River. Carmel and I discussed this option at length. The notion of sitting on a cramped boat, as if I was on the light-rail train back in Portland, for two days may have led me to start misquoting Joseph Conrad and giggling hysterically, scaring all aboard. No, that wasn’t going to work for me. It’s important when traveling long-term to know your strengths and weaknesses, and most importantly, knowing your limits and needs. So, we decided to take the overnight bus there, a journey that was shorter than the boat, but far longer and challenging than the plane.

So, with our border crossing transport decided, we set out to do some necessary research on the hows and whats of the journey. At the time, we were in Chiang Mai, Thailand, and our next destination was Luang Prabang, Laos. Okay, no sweat. We’ll get some updated and decent information about the route, border crossing information and costs. Right? Well, we soon discovered that there was a plethora of muddled information regarding the bus option. Some sites quoted one incredibly inaccurate price for a bus ticket, barely anything about details on the border crossing, and no site gave us any comfort or reassurance about this important trek. It was one of those times when after contracting the dreaded, “Search-Engine Blues” (typically exhibiting symptoms related to minor delirium and hysteria) we gave up and decided to just take one step at a time and see where it would take us. It’s one of those valuable and scary times when traveling when you let go and have faith in the vast, great Unknown. Sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t. However, I told Carmel, “When we get this done, I want to write something to give people who are taking the bus some decent, updated information.” So, fellow travelers, this is an informative (hopefully) piece that will ease (hopefully) your minds and give you some guidance on how to take the bus from Chiang Mai to Luang Prabang.


This is the ticket counter you need at Arcade bus station, terminal 2

Our first step led us to Chiang Mai’s Arcade main bus station. There are three terminals at the bus station and after some wandering around, we went to Terminal 2. Some taxi drivers and folks at various information kiosks told us to go to Terminal 3, but they were wrong. Terminal 2, folks. Now, making the situation a bit more tricky, there weren’t any signs or notices posted for Laos. When you’re in the station, there are ubiquitous signs posted for destinations all around Thailand, but alas, nothing posted regarding Laos or Luang Prabang. We asked around and were finally directed to an unassuming kiosk set towards the back of the terminal and, alas, we had reached our ticket booth. The price for tickets were 1,200 baht (approximately $36 U.S. dollars) but we couldn’t purchase them the day before, only on the morning of departure. The bus left once a day, at 9am, and the friendly ticket agent informed us to get to the station at 8:30 to get our tickets. We decided to get there at 8:00, just in case. There was no problem getting the tickets then and so we waited with nervous anticipation for the next stage of this trip.


The bus schedule we finally found as we loaded onto our bus to Luang Prabang – shows the stops along the way

There were several destinations in Thailand that we stopped at before crossing the border, so if you want to shave off a couple hours from the ride, one can board at Chiang Rai, although I don’t know any details about getting a ticket at the station there.

The bus wasn’t packed and obviously had mostly international travelers inside. Luckily we had fairly pleasant, respectful passengers and the seats were comfortable for the day ride. Our layovers in the cities along the way weren’t too long, approximately fifteen to twenty minutes at each city which made bathroom breaks at the stations possible. Although there was a bathroom on board, we usually reserve that option for emergency use.


Your bus to Chiang Khong, the last stop before the Mekong River crossing – don’t get too comfortable on this bus

It took approximately six hours to get to the Thailand border, at Chiang Khong. Upon reaching Chiang Khong, we had to take all of our bags with us, walk about a half kilometer with our driver down to the riverfront, and go through immigration, which was a quick and painless process. Our bus driver informed us that then we would need to take a quick boat trip across the Mekong River to the Laos side at Huay Xai. Our boat ride across the Mekong was quick, maybe five minutes. I previously read that you have to pay to cross the river, including “bag fees.” Nobody on our bus paid any additional boat or baggage fees. I noticed our driver paying somebody and I assumed that our bus ticket was inclusive for these charges.


Leaving the Thai border by boat


Crossing the Mekong on the skinniest boat we’ve ever seen

Once across to the Laos side, our friendly Thai driver wasn’t present and a pair of friendly Laotian men welcomed us on the muddy shore, beckoning us to follow them up to the Immigration booths, about 200 meters away. Again, this was one of those situations where you have to put the hyper-vigilant borderline paranoid thoughts and fears aside and have some faith, in this case, leaving our backpacks on the side of the road with these strangers as we went up to the Immigration booth to get our business done. This wasn’t a necessity, it wasn’t a requirement. If you want to wear your packs, do it – although space at the office is limited. We decided, en masse, to entrust these people who seemed to know we were coming and were going to take us to the Next.

It was initially confusing on what to do; there were a few large booths, but nobody directing the incoming traffic. So, with some questioning and bantering, we were instructed to fill out Application forms, Arrival Cards, and then give them with an extra visa photo for processing. There were a roundtable of Immigration officials with stacks of passports, taking turns inspecting them, stamping them, going through the application forms, stamping them, until they were all set, our names were called, we paid our fee and our passports were handed back to us. We were lucky there weren’t many foreign passports that needed to get processed. Our wait was about 40 minutes from start to finish. There are varied prices for the visas depending on your nationality. There is a table presented out front that breaks down the prices. For United States citizens, the price was $35 dollars with an additional $1 dollar “weekend and after-hours” surcharge. We heard that in some countries having crisp dollars were necessary, but I noticed some of our fellow bus mates unfold their wrinkled bills from their pockets and wallets, and they were accepted without issue.

After we got our passports back and stamped for thirty-days, we saw that our knoll of multi-colored packs were still there and intact, the men who greeted us earlier diligently standing beside them. The men led us up a hill to a busy, dusty street where a tuk-tuk awaited. We boarded reluctantly, not knowing what was happening. Were we going to go to Luang Prabang in this thing? One of our bus mates nervously joked that we could take turns sleeping on the metal floor. Other than motioning us to board the tuk-tuk no other information was given and nobody spoke English, so we boarded and anxiously anticipated the Next. We rode for about 12 kilometers through town to the bus station. It was approximately 4:30 pm. After hopping down from the tuk-tuk, we noticed a nice, big bus already parked in the otherwise empty lot. Somebody approached and informed us that this indeed was the bus we would be taking to Luang Prabang and loaded our packs inside the storage bins underneath (again, nobody paid for the tuk-tuk ride to the station, and we all assumed that the price for that was also included with our initial bus fare). However, there was a layover until 6:00 pm.


The bus station just over the Laos border

Despite feeling relieved we had successfully crossed borders and antsy for essentially the final stage in our journey, having a break for dinner (there were several little canteens with cheap, decent grub and beverages) and get some stretching and bathroom time in was refreshing. The bus left relatively on-time and off we went.


Our bus to Luang Prabang – there were others, but this one didn’t stop frequently

The bus was basically the same as the one that took us to the Thai border – decent seats but no on-board bathroom. Fleece blankets were stacked in the overhead shelves, which came in handy later. The driver had the ubiquitous loud folk-pop music blaring. The evening rolled on by like the bus on the narrow dirt roads, fairly uneventful. Now when nighttime came and fatigue draped across my skull, it got tricky. There were empty seats and rows on the bus so I ended up stretching out some, but even then, trying to curl up, the seat’s armrests digging into my head, my hips aching from the uneven surface, it was evident I wasn’t going to have a restful sleep in there. The smaller, younger passengers curled themselves up in fetal positions and appeared to be cozy, comfortable, and asleep for much of the night. Carmel and I, however, couldn’t sleep. It was difficult, admittedly, to get comfortable. The seats didn’t recline enough, and even though the music was turned down low at that point, the bus’s horn belched frequently, warning incoming traffic from the seemingly endless sharp bends and turns.

Something to be said about the drive during the night: surreal. We discovered later that the roads in Laos are frequently comprised of mountain switchbacks, but in the middle of the night, with steamed windows, it seemed like we were just going around and around in elaborately broad circles. Lying in my seat, trying in vain to find a comfort spot, I couldn’t help but think of an old ride at Disney World’s Epcot Center: Space Mountain. The allure of the ride was not just a roller coaster but one that relied on flashing multicolored lights and mirrors that created the illusions of crashing head-on into rockets, and finally zipping through complete darkness at a very high speed. As a kid riding it, I remember feeling terrified and…well, stymied. Here I was again, peering up to the fogged windows at randomly passing dim lights, feeling the bus slow down, turn left, then right, then immediately left again. Horn honking rhythmically. Gears groaning. Tires crunching. Repeat for several excruciating, droning hours.

The bus stopped a few times throughout the night for potty breaks. It was one of those cherished moments when traveling, as a male, to just saunter twenty feet away on the side of the road and do my business. And one of those trepidatious, obviously inconvenient moments, for Carmel and her fellow female passengers, to assess the territory and maneuver themselves amongst the sparse bushes and brush, steadying themselves beside the dramatically steep trench alongside the road. One of the young women actually lost her balance and tumbled down the trench, luckily unscathed besides having a particularly unpleasant wake-up call and slightly dampened pants.

Night slipped uneasily into the faint blue of dawn and everybody struggled out of their makeshift beds, squinting through the dew smeared windows. We drove into the morning and finally around 7:00 am, arrived to the bus station at Luang Prabang. The trek lasted twenty-two hours, significantly shorter than the slow-boat, presumably more unpleasant than the speedy jaunt on an airplane. But the process wasn’t as daunting as we feared, the border crossings were routine and uneventful, and the ride was okay, considering the circumstances of the overnight drive and labyrinthesque design of the roads.

I hope this helps some of you…of course payments and things like schedules, locations and fees fluctuate, sometimes suddenly and without prior notice. Good luck to everyone who decides to go to Laos from Thailand, no matter what course you decide to take.


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Amy January 23, 2014 at 2:14 am

How I love those crazy Laos roads! Great info Shawn, it’s so infuriating when you can’t find up-to-date travel information. Andrew and I have spent many hours fruitlessly researching routes online and we usually end up in the Lonely Planet Thorntree forum which normally just confuses matters!


Shawn January 25, 2014 at 7:01 pm

Yeah, right! We’ve found some very useful, practical information from blogs, forums, and major travel sites, but with this, we were just stymied and couldn’t find any cohesive information. But, as you guys know too, it’s all part of the adventure…the great unknown…sigh.


Rhonda January 23, 2014 at 10:24 am

Your arrival in Laos reminded me of our’s except we had flown into Siem Reap by plane. Still amusing to stand back and watch our passport be passed down the row of 6-7 immigration officials, each doing their check! Hey, I guess at least it’s giving someone a job right 🙂
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Shawn January 25, 2014 at 6:59 pm

I know…we were eagle-eying the officials, trying to keep track of the passports, silently pleading with them to take care of our babies, don’t drop them on the floor, keep them with the rest, yes, that’s right, that’s my name, thank you sir, thank you very much…ah…back in our hands.


Jackie January 23, 2014 at 5:18 pm

Awesome info guys, definitely going to use this when I travel there!


Shawn January 25, 2014 at 6:58 pm

Well, I hope that the information is still relevant if you decide to take that route…it seems like information and the process changes quite frequently in some countries.


Ana January 23, 2014 at 6:23 pm

Reading the store brought back the conversation I had with both of you right after our trip to Laos. Love you both.


Shawn January 25, 2014 at 6:57 pm

I know…I had some chills writing this with the not-so-pleasant flashbacks…but as you know, there were worse bus rides.


karen montgomery January 24, 2014 at 3:40 pm

Wow, that’s a process, for sure. Your description of the bus ride on narrow roads in the dark created terror in us, for sure. Nice job


Shawn January 25, 2014 at 6:56 pm

Well, as challenging as it was, there was worse to come, unbeknownst to us at the time…it builds character though, right?


Rob January 26, 2014 at 3:25 pm

Wow that seems a bit epic! 22 hours man? I don’t envy you at all, definitely character building.
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Shawn February 2, 2014 at 10:49 pm

Yeah, it seems like a rite-of-passage for travelers to endure that “challenging” commute…I guess, somewhere, it built our character and made us more durable travelers, but we still appreciate the nice commute where the vehicle leaves when it says it’s going to leave, nothing breaks down or is delayed for hours, and all is relatively smooth and uneventful. But, if I wanted all of those things, I would just choose to drive myself to a local strip mall instead of traveling around continents, right?


Steph (@ 20 Years Hence) January 26, 2014 at 7:13 pm

So far we have managed to avoid overnight buses, and for that I’m glad. I mean, I don’t even like night trains, so I can only imagine that the bus would be so much worse… of course, I do always manage to fall asleep on buses during the day, but I just know that when it actually came time to sleep in the evening, I’d have absolutely no luck!

Thanks so much for compiling all of this information. It always amazes me how hard it can be to get information on getting from A to B in this part of the world. I think Nepal was the absolute worse for this but—sing it with me—that’s Asia for you.
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Shawn February 2, 2014 at 10:46 pm

Yes, it’s like a test for travelers, short term or longer term, to endure that “horrible” bus, train or plane ride that ends up feeling like you’ve been skidding on your bums across the bumpy, windy, jagged road of Hell. Yeah, thanks for the feedback. Ultimately, I wrote it hoping it would help somebody out with and ease their minds with the border crossings, etc. Of course, information changes monthly, so by now, I’m sure that there’s already been changes. Sigh.


Catherine January 30, 2014 at 5:53 am

Great post, really informative, will have to remember this for when I’m in SE Asia later in the year 🙂
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Shawn February 2, 2014 at 10:33 pm

Great! I hope the information is still accurate and relevant if you decide to take this route. Thanks for reading.


NZ Muse February 12, 2014 at 7:57 pm

Gosh. We’ve taken, I think, three overnight buses (and about three overnight trains … all part of the Asian experience) and they definitely leave something to be desired. Pretty sure none were 22 hours long though – yikes!
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Peter Korchnak @ Where Is Your Toothbrush? February 25, 2014 at 2:19 am

Sounds complicated. I wonder if the info will apply on our next RTW trip when we might actually make it to Laos…


Pamela Yeo October 26, 2015 at 12:44 am

Hi Carmel. Thanks for the useful information. I am from a Singaporean Chinese. In December, my family will be traveling to Chiang Mai to participate in Chiang Mai Marathon. We will take this opportunity to travel to Laos. It is difficult to get useful, up-to-date information in the internet. Travel agencies do not seem to organise such bus rides. I intend to travel from Chiang Rai instead of Chiang Mai. I was amused by the picture of the banner that the start time in Chiang Mai was 9am, arrival time: 6am the next time, i.e. 23 hours. Do you know what is the name of Chiang Rai bus station this bus was stopped? Were there travelers boarding from Chiang Rai? I am going to book the Chiang Rai hotel and I don’t want to travel back to Chiang Mai to take this bus. I also do not want to stay at the same Chiang Mai hotel for many days. A little scared about the uncertainty as I am traveling with my husband and 3 sons.


Carmel October 29, 2015 at 12:55 pm

I sent you an email with more info. I hope you get it! Good luck with your marathon!


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