I made these little notes as we drifted down the river:
roosters crowing
kids waving
a woman hides her face from us with her conical hat
we're served coffee, tea, and tropical fruits
lovely light, and a soft breeze
pale blue clouds
brown water, dozens of greens,
walkway along the river with cyclists pedaling past
rumble of our boat's engine
otherwise so quiet
fireflies in the trees at night
we hear our guide talking and laughing with the crew in the back
When we were going down the river, it was quite high and there weren't many fish, because they'd all gone to the rice fields. One afternoon our guide pointed to a man in a small boat, gathering his nets -- he laughed and said he was not going to catch anything because the fish were all in the rice fields. He covered his mouth as he giggled, and said "When we have what we call 'spare time' we try to catch a fish anyway."
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