“Continuing south through the quite back roads that connected these villages and towns life was simple. Homes were open fronted single storey dwellings of palm thatch and wood. Young boys fished with canes in ponds in front of their homes only breaking their concentration to wave as I passed. Fishermen slept in hammocks at the back of their boats moored to the river bank and impossibly pretty girls, upright in silky white pyjamas rode past on bicycles their wide smiles and calls of ‘Hello’ What’s your name?’ followed by fits of giggles. Teams of elderly women worked patiently with their fingers on fishing nets or piles of garlic and racks of small fish dried in the midday sun their scent mixing with incense sticks that burned on the small alters in front of homes and shops.”
Above are some words from my journal from cycling in The Mekong Delta. Below are some photos from this journey. Click on the thumbnails for and then start scrolling.