Chapter 2: An Unknown Destination
“While on the road, I lost the track of the time. The days were not marked as weekdays or weekends. The month end didn’t mean a deadline coming up. I didn’t have to worry about reaching anywhere on time, or attend an urgent phone call. I had no destination. I had no plan. My worries were “Where to find a bed?”, “Is this the cheapest way to get there?” or “Are locals paying the same amount as I am paying?” Yet, there was no fear…only the constant excitement…a thrill of not knowing tomorrow’s destination” - an excerpt from the notes, Ha Tien, Vietnam, January 2014 It was still early morning and I was standing at the little harbor of Chau Doc, a border town in the Delta. The Mekong here is wide and muddy. To my left out in the river, a few houses floated on the rubber tires and plastic cans as a speed boat took Mijung to Cambodia. I turned my gaze away from the boat and joined the early risers on a stroll along the river. My feet stopped where a group of guys played Jianzi (a...