I think I liked a trip where we were driven upriver and then paddled to a groups of 3 caves. It was just the 2 of us and our guide that day. To be honest the caves were not spectacular, some interesting formations and twinkling crystals, but nothing amazing. It was the walk to and between them that was interesting. The easy path meandered through above-the-head high grass, forest areas and villages.
This is one trip where we asked to stop at a village. As we were paddling a young woman waved down our guide who was in a two-person kayak. After a short conversation in Lao our guide asked if we would mind taking her downstream a bit. We said OK and she daintily climbed in the spare seat sitting on her heels the whole way. Off we went eventually getting to a series of stone steps up the high riverbank. She jumped off thanking us. We asked if we could see her village which was just down a short path at the top of the stairs and our guide agreed if we did not stay too long. The young woman seemed delighted and translating through our guide took us on a tour of the village. We stopped briefly at a small village stall that sold cold drinks, the village Wat and then headed back to the kayaks.
We then continued paddling back to Vang Vieng stopping at a mildly interesting organic farm called Mulberry Farm that is listed in all the guide books. Looking back, I could have easily skipped this since we were rushed through the place by the representative from the farm, a Dutch man that seemed to be annoyed at having to deal with tourists. I can understand this, but why agree to take tours? We saw absolutely no one working the fields. I mean, really no one else, anywhere. The plots were sparse since most had already been harvested (late December 2013). We got a seriously brief look at the eco-built accommodation of the volunteers; think cock bottles as windows embedded in plaster covered straw filled walls, then hurried back to the cafe. It gets fantastic reviews, but we were not hungry just then and our kayak guide seemed anxious to get back to the river. The Dutch man huffed, visibly exasperated, turned heels and left without even saying goodbye. In total, I think we were there 10 minutes. Even our guide mentioned his arrogant behavior. To be fair, others we talked to loved the place so maybe we just hit the guy on a bad day or they lucked out with a different representative and saw some actual crops in the plots.
The rest of the trip back into Vang Vieng was gorgeous as was most all of the river. It was just beginning to get dark as we paddled into Vang Vieng and the light of the setting sun on the river was magical. All in all, it took about 7.5 hours and we gave our guide a good tip for being so accommodating to our requests and slower than most pace. We have a tendency to get guides and other tourists slightly annoyed at our constant stopping to examine flowers, plants and insects or chat with locals. I really do not get the "let's walk as fast as we can" attitude of so many hardcore hikers. Anyway, that was our favorite day.