Ba Dong Beach. Not quite where the Mekong reaches the sea - a patch of ocean in between the two major river channels, but it was as close as we were going to get. And it felt like the end of our journey - for over two thousand kilometers and through four countries we'd followed the river as closely as we could - and now we could go no further. For five months we'd breathed and dreamed the Mekong, feeling happy when we glimpsed it, and strangely sad when we were forced to detour. And we still have Mekong dreams - to see the river in full flood in the heart of the wet season, to celebrate Lao New Year in Luang Prabang when the river is a sea of colour and a chaos of boat races, to see the Chao Mae Paa Beuk ceremony when Thai and Lao fishermen propitiate the female deity thought to preside over the giant Mekong catfish. It's gotten under our skin. Francis Garnier (one of the members of the Mekong Exploration Commission in 1866) declared " came to possess me like a monomania. I was mad about the Mekong". We've also discovered the Mekong
I've always had wanderlust. Don't know where it comes from. When I was 26 I bought a 'round the world' ticket and flew off to New York. I thought after a year travelling I would have 'been there, seen it, done it' and it would be out of my system. Of course it didn't work like that. I travelled for two years and only went home when the money ran out. Then life took over for a few years, and travelling was confined to month long trips around Christmas, and shorter city breaks.
In 2009 Jim retired. Not to be outdone I also gave up work - at least for the forseeable future. We gave our flat in... full info