AFRICASIAEURO - Travel : Mekong
Blues
Day starts early at 03.00 a.m
Sharp at 04.00 our Taxidriver arrives, he delivers the bags as arranged to the waiting boat.
The dock dimly lit, the waters of the Mekong
gushing below when we cross the narrow bridge to the vessel.
Our skipper cranks the two Ship diesels
at 04.50 a.m..
Dark the sky, when he steers
the boat into midstream. Gigantic in size, the Mekong lies ahead
of us, some 800 km north, our destination.
Slowly, the engines take up speed, the
boat shivering under the mighty force of the two Diesels.
Once again, like so many times before, I begin to drift away, imagining this world beside the river, people living in simple straw-covered huts, just like in Africa. How I ended up in this corner of the world?
Fate, destiny, don't know what brought me here. My Airasia flight was to take me to
Macau, then the Bangkok Demonstrations made me change my itinerary.
For one week we were held up in Bangkok, with no end in sight, I decided to leave Thailand through this means of transport.
Once again, like so many times before, I begin to drift away, imagining this world beside the river, people living in simple straw-covered huts, just like in Africa. How I ended up in this corner of the world?
Fate, destiny, don't know what brought me here. My Airasia flight was to take me to
Macau, then the Bangkok Demonstrations made me change my itinerary.
For one week we were held up in Bangkok, with no end in sight, I decided to leave Thailand through this means of transport.
As so many times befores, I find no
answer. I traveled through dark age Africa,
many times over have I seen strange places on my journeys.
This is a
new, unknown territory, I am unfamiliar with prolonged boat rides.
I
have a natural aversion towards the waters of the sea, or lakes, or
rivers for that matter.
We are one
hour into cruising when daylight finally breaks. The misty hills along
both shores seem to hang deep down towards the water; jungles filled
with heavy fog.
Chilled
the air from beneath; the water is fresh, the rushing stream of the
murky Mekong glides beside us. The Diesels below deck in a round,
trembling run; nothing can stop those powerful 500 HP 8 cylinders.
First daylight brings us on deck, a stern cold awaits us, swimming vests wrapped we climb the outer deck.
First daylight brings us on deck, a stern cold awaits us, swimming vests wrapped we climb the outer deck.
Now only
we become aware of the Mekong's treacherous rapids;
steering left and
right the skipper avoids shallow waters to avoid running the vessel
aground.
Sometimes the captain releases power;
when rocks appear from the waters, dangerously close.
He knows the river, one can be sure.
Continued : Guan
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