The Mekong Delta

We spent two nights on the Delta, on a boat and on a floating hotel. The sunrise on Tuesday morning humbled me; bright orange streaked across the villages overlooking the water.

We meet other tourists, from Belgian and form a tiny group that drinks beer and relaxes in the sun.

We visit so many tiny villages that I can't remember all their names.

My father turns into a gregarious sort; holds court as he regales the other tourists with his Vietnam adventures.

The heat and humidity get to me - yesterday I spent almost the entire day sleeping on the boat.

Today, we're back in HCMC and getting ready to take a taxi to the airport for our flight to Cam Ranh Bay, where my dad was stationed. We don't know where we're staying tonight and this concerns my father. I've written down the names of three hotels and I think we'll be all right.

After the tranquility of the Delta excursion, the noisy streets of Saigon are a shock to the system.

We're leaving in just a couple of hours.