Rice and Fruit: Mekong River Delta
December 30, 2013
We spent two nights on a sampan on the Mekong. We stopped at one village market and another in a small city. The markets were bustling with conversation and commerce, like we are used to in Mexico. We have gotten so far from our food in the US, I am even more grateful for Way Out farmstead, Tristan and Aubyn, our local Coyle market.
There was a battered copy of “After Sorrow – An American Among the Vietnamese” by Lady Borton. Reading just a few chapters of that book added to my understanding of the culture of the Mekong. As I walked the markets filled the unusual fruits that I have been growing accustomed to, I considered what the people ate in the twelve years that it took this land to recover from Agent Orange.
These photos were taken by Chris McLane.

Rambutans, a new fruit for me. Open the spiny exterior for a sweet milky fruit with a pit that reminds me of loquat.

“Ha Low!” Kids, adults, everyone tries a little English and cracks up when we respond. I felt like the Rose Queen, waving and greeting. It was so much fun.

Taking the boat into Cambodia, we noticed how populated the river was in Viet Nam and not so much in Cambodia.
The best thing about Hoi An
December 23, 2013
Bicycles!
We borrowed bikes from our fabulous hotel, Villa Hoa Su and took the ferry to the village of Kim Bong.

“One dolla” for the tourists. 10 cents for the locals. I negotiated a half price return which was great fun.
Kim Bong has wood carvers that make furniture and carve buddhas and other objects for tourists. But mostly they make and repair boats. These boat yards were on a smaller scale than our local Port Townsend yard.
And my favorite part was peddling through the rice fields and vegetable gardens. The roads are built for scooters, motorcycles and bicycles. No cars could maneuver the streets and byways.

These women were riding with over 100 pounds of marigolds on their bikes. One tipped over and Chris was there to assist.
And after a fine day of exploring the Vietnamese countryside, chatting with residents that actually were not used to seeing tourists and were eager to practice their English, we enjoyed a delicious meal at, of course, The Morning Glory Restaurant
Rated ‘G’ in Vientiane
December 6, 2013
A neighbor in San Miguel, when I told him I was going to be blogging this trip, admonished “Don’t be boring.” We are in Vientiane and nothing particularly is happening except of course, that we are in Vientiane, Laos and this day included:
– the best steak I have eaten in years at a Belgian Beer Bar, Chokdee, filled with happy conversation in a multitude of languages.
– a tuk tuk to Wat That Luang and had a conversation with a monk about the #5 lesson. It was written in Lau and I picked up in the temple after I played a kind of “pick up sticks” like I watched the young girl before me. The monk had a hard time translating because his English was not that sophisticated but said it was something like “you will work on a problem and it will turn out fine.” Fine Buddhist dharma.
– Stopped in a shop to buy a carved elephant, a Lao memento of a Thai elephant ride, and three year old daughter of the shop owner picked up my hat while I was paying and then posed for a picture before putting the hat on the ground, putting her foot in it and sweeps the floor with it too quickly to be intercepted.
– Ate freshly prepared noodles soup with pork and crispy garnish of mung bean sprouts, string beans, basil, mint and lime for 12000 kip, roughly $ 1.50 USD.
Life is good.
Taking in the blessings of Luang Prabang.
December 3, 2013
Cool and clean air. Children free to play in the streets. Helping the night staff in the hotel set up his Facebook account. Spicy fresh vegetables and really good coffee, hot or cold. Floral scent at the riverside. Alms to the monks at dawn. Sticky rice with everything. Croissants and baguettes.

The view from the temple on Phousy. A place to walk up, see the city and watch the sunset, say a prayer, free a bird.
Quite a day in Chiang Mai
November 28, 2013
Last day in Bangkok
November 24, 2013
On our last day here in Bangkok before our bus ride to Sukhothai, we wandered the streets, found a lovely taylor to hem Chris’s pants, ate persimmons from a plastic bag, explored Wat Arum in the rain and ate noodle soup on the street (luckily they had special instructions for ordering in English: choose broth, choose noodle, choose meat.) Ended the day with a Scrabble game with Gwen. What could be better! Loved our first taste of Thailand.