The next day of cycling started with a boat crossing onto a
large island in the Mekong. The trail
was partly signposted along a footpath that mostly hugged the western bank. At one point I lost my way and was fortunate
to stumble across a single home. When I
asked where I was the inhabitants informed me I was in Krasang. Krasang is supposed to be a hamlet on the
bank of the Mekong. I didn’t see any
other houses. This was the hamlet.
The kind folks invited me in for a refreshing drink and an
early lunch. It was something special to
meet them and spend time with them and learn a little about their kind
ways. I affered them something in
remuneration for the lunch they gave me but they wouldn’t hear of it. So I left them the packet of cashew nuts I’d
bought as a snack. They appreciated the
gesture.
That evening I stayed in another home stay. Again I had a chance to wonder around the
village of Koh Phdao and marvel at their simple lifestyle. No running water and very limited
electricity. Life goes on.
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