Island Hopping along the Mekong

Early morning in the village. The stirrings of life can be heard and they come from the trees first. At 4am the rooster starts its calling. I try to tune out the fact that he is just on the other side of the bamboo wall and I work my way back to...

Vietnam by Bicycle

The climbing just keeps coming. Pedalling further and further up into the mountains at an agonizingly slow pace. The roads have completely deteriorated, becoming nothing but rubble, ruts, and holes. The villages have grown smaller and smaller until...