our adventure on the mekong delta river tour began with a bus journey narrated by a character named tham. amoungst the strangely pronunciated words [that we caught every sixth word of], one thing was clear; tham liked the sound of his own voice. he'd talk endlessly about fish, number plates, cars, coconuts, and things you can make from coconut... you name it, he could sh1te on about it until you became mentally numb.
so as per the itenarary, we headed off on the boat to see a small village to see the making of rice paper, coconut sweets, and rice crispy squares. bought - ate - liked. we mosied some more down the river to get lunch [vietnamese food] and to hear some of the terrible indigeneous music - needless to say i won't be rushing out to buy their album. back on the boat, then transferred back to a bus to get to the hotel for the night. we seemed to have skipped half the stuff on the itinerary like going to the floating market, but we read that this might happen. hotel was good.
