Travel on the Mekong

Travel on the Mekong

Morning arrives. Well, the depth of night, but the prescribed time to awaken for the start of our journey. It’s dark and cold, my images of a balmy Asia wrapped in a blanket of purple fuzz. The redeeming feature is that my bag is significantly lighter as I must wear all my clothing in order to keep warm. After a songathew ride through the quiet roads of sleeping UNESCO town Luang Prabang, we arrive at the steep muddy flats of the Mekong to board our vessel. I stumble down, aided by the humble boat owners onto the long spacious and sparse craft. I’m handed a blanket as they do so.