So, yeah, no boat for me this morning, or yesterday morning, probably not tomorrow morning either.
I came to Pakbeng for a one night stay during a two day cruise down the mightly Mekong. My personal raft is apparently stuck on this sandbar. Oh sure, the actual boats come and go each morning happily moving travelers onward to the next destination, but the motivation to board one of these has not yet filled me. Consequently, here I sit in this hamlet along the muddy river, charting daily the rise and fall of the water level, whiling away my time in cafes or trying to get a pickup game of badminton, happily in the company of my new friend Leanne.
As a transit town, there are hardly ever any people here for more than a night. So as the locals become familiar with our faces, they become more interested, smiles come easier, and drink orders are recalled. I suspect another week here and we could probably become registered voters. Continue reading