The Mekong Delta
Mar 6, 2007
|For our tour of the Mekong Delta, we again opted for a 'homestay'
with a local family in the Delta, joining some six other, mainly Dutch tourists. As previously, the tour involved lots of getting on and off boats, stopping for 'tourist' activities such as holding snakes
, listening to a performance of traditional music and singing, and seeing (and tasting) home-made coconut candy .The final boat of the evening was an exotic journey involving a late evening glide n the darkness along narrow Mekong tributories for 3/4 an hour followed by a scramble with our rucksacks (or in Liz's case, her wheel trolley suitcase) through the jungle and over a 'monkey bridge' - a perilous job requiring considerable balance.
. It happened to be the same family we'd stayed with previously which was most lucky as the mother is a fab cook and we ate a feast of tofu, pork, fish, soup etc washed down with plenty of rice wine before retiring to our basic but at least enclosed huts for the night. Next morning, we were up early (5.00am)
for a visit to the floating markets
. Each vessel displays what's it's selling by using a long pole on which is hung the produce of that particular vendor
where all manner of produce is bought, sold, traded etc. A good experience although slightly too long and Alan's back was playing up again. However, we again saw the sheer busyness of life on the Mekong.
After that, we jumped the tour, and stayed the night at Can Tho
. Thanks to the presence of Liz, Barry and Archie, Alan decided to upgrade our accommodation and we stayed at a good hotel called Tay Do, giving us a proper chance to explore the local town and riverfront.
Next morning, our private hire minibus and driver arrived to take us to the port of Rach Gia. Unfortunately, the driver was completely mad and we sped along at over 100km an hour through small villages and scattering children and animals in our wake with a constant horn tooting and overtaking everything in our path - until after 2 hours when Alan asked the driver to slow down and we were able to breathe again!
We spent the afternoon and night at Rach Gia with a fab meal at the uninspiringly-named Hung Phat
, a busy and thriving port before catching the SuperDong ferry boat to the island of Phu Quoc, 2.5 hours off the western coast of Vietnam (and actually far closer to Cambodia which remains keen to get its hands back on the island, without success so far.)