Floating Down the Mekong
There’s not a soul to be seen as the green hills on either side of the Mekong River steadily cycle past and we make our way downstream on a riverboat bound for Luang Prabang, Laos. The only audible sounds are the water hugging our boat, the occasional clanging of a bell from the neck of a cow grazing along the shore, and the distant yelps of village children swimming along…
