We had reached Can Tho Vietnam a few days back. The sun welcomed us with its scorching fire. In the heat of the day, we had learned the concept of slow living. Everything we did, we did slowly, breathing deeply the wet air that made up Can Tho’s climate.
Our first sight of the Mekong delta was of depressing brown waters. With a bit of imagination, you could see a sea of milky coffee. Really, it was just a polluted river. There was a peacefulness about it nonetheless.
It was difficult to be on the Mekong and not hear of the floating markets. Everywhere we walked in Can Tho, we were stopped by people offering the best deals for day trips on the delta. The pictures they showed us were tempting. So too was the prospect of a day on the water, as dirty as it might be. It had been a long time since I had felt the swaying of waves and the heat of the sun over a river of memories. We finally agreed to return to the port at dawn to embark on a last journey through Vietnam.
The day that followed was everything we hoped yet nothing we imagined. A pineapple expertly peeled and sliced was handed over to me. As I finished enjoying the sweet tang of the fruit, I dared to dip my hand in the delta, imagining that sea creatures would emerge from the opaque river. Over the Mekong’s mysterious sea, colourful wooden ships met every day to sell fruit and vegetables, expertly drifting amongst each other. There was a clear camaraderie felt between the people. The singing language was heard through exchanges of laughter. As I tried to capture the grandeur of the ships on the water, I fell in love with Vietnam once again.