And so the porch, my hammock and aj...last seen in varanasi.

It's wholly sedate here, or is that sedated...the ghetto winds around the rice fields but, in general, life just continues around us...again the sounds of engines upon dark waters, and the landscape casting bright shadows under a full moon. And perched above the Mekong in my wee shack...no toilet, shared cold shower...once again nicely peripheral to the main centre. I cam see the attraction once again. It's a familiar genera of a place, but there's a gentle vibe beneath the ghost town...