the mekong sky
4 hours in a bus + swarming mosquitoes + constant swamp-@ss = weekend fun in the mekong! though i truly was a sloppy, sleepy mess the whole time, the title of this post is also a tribute to another new band in my life: dengue fever (listen to 'sleepwalking' as you drift through this post).
i was meant to learn something here, something about labor and craft if i understood the handout correctly... and i'm sure i would have been totally into it had i understood a word that was said. to give you an idea of what i'm dealing with down here: imagine you're an intermediate speaker of english and you're speaking to... say, a mechanic in lovelady, texas or ellaville, georgia! the drawl!! it was pretty depressing. i did, however, thoroughly enjoy photographing the bricks...
after a restful sleep in a guest house eerily similar to the camp val verde girls' cabins in waco, texas (the only thing missing were the daddy longlegs) and a quick breakfast of egg sammies eaten on the boat, our friendly tour guide loaded us onto bicycles and ran us through the countryside: roads no bigger than sidewalks but shared with motorbikes, children, chickens, bananas... and there were bridges, tons and tons of tiny bridges crossing the little mekong fingers... i discovered, crossing one of those bridges, that these conical hats, though amazing for the sun protection they provide, tend to slide a bit. for a few terrifying seconds, i saw nothing but straw. and in that moment, i'm not kidding, i was luke skywalker.
at one point, our guide stopped and got off her bike in front of a tiny cafe. "yes," i thought, "time for coffee!" but instead she points to the monkey bridge. i've got no picture of my own - didn't dare bring my camera along - so i borrowed one from some dude named andyllama, who has posted his vina-pics online (thanks andyllama!). and i am happy to report that i made it over and back... looking only slightly like a gi-normous, ridiculous westerner. hooray!
at one point, our guide stopped and got off her bike in front of a tiny cafe. "yes," i thought, "time for coffee!" but instead she points to the monkey bridge. i've got no picture of my own - didn't dare bring my camera along - so i borrowed one from some dude named andyllama, who has posted his vina-pics online (thanks andyllama!). and i am happy to report that i made it over and back... looking only slightly like a gi-normous, ridiculous westerner. hooray!
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