The Slow Boat to China.

Seriously. It was billed as 3 days, 2 nights and was actually 4 full days of whizzing up the Mekong at something like 2 mph. It was mostly nice, except for running out of water and having no idea when we were going to arrive. Also, the diarrhea could have abated a bit, but really, it was a great trip.

That's Sarah with 2 huge multiple gallon jugs of water and our boat, Thereaches. There Aches? The Reaches? No way to know because no one on it spoke any English. (not "hello," not "toilet," not "food"... none.) Turns out it was actually named Sheng Da, which we think means live big... or big life.

Leaving Thailand. 8 story Buddha. Thailand is the weirdest place.

Sarah just woke up.

This picture comes closest to how beautiful it was. The guys in orange life preservers at the front of the boat behind us would routinely jump to shore, run around carrying cables to tie to rocks and scamper down the coast to meet the boat after it had pulled its way through the rapids or shallower passes. Maybe that's why they did it. We don't really know. No one spoke any English at all. Not any.

Chillin'

...like Bob Dylan. Check out how small our bunks were. Good thing we had four to ourselves. Can you see how emaciated (read: not as fat) I am here? At this point, I think I had eaten about 10 pieces of bread, 12 cashews and a few mouthfulls of rice over the past week. Giardiasis is NO FUN.

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