It was nearly three weeks ago and already feels like years. Time seemed to stop as we floated down the Mekong from the Golden Triangle where Thailand, Burma and Laos stare each other in the face, to end our journey at Luang Prabang, the spiritual capital of South East Asia. I’ll write more if & when I have time, but the Mekong is so visual it hardly needs words.
From banks of pristine tropical forest to clouds drifting over the hills, delicate monochrome landscapes, villages where little has changed in centuries, breathtaking skyscapes, sudden downpours then brilliant sunshine. It was a voyage of constant visual drama and emotion – but also full of breathing space and time for contemplation.