Can Tho Floating market adventures
12th sneak peek book excerpt from ‘Backpacker to Nomad’ Travel memoir
I’m delighted to present an exclusive sneak peek book excerpt for my new travel memoir ‘Backpacker to Nomad’
What’s Backpacker to Nomad? It’s my new travel memoir, chronicling the evolution from naive newbie to full-time traveller through my adventure & misadventures.
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Book Launched: July 27th, 2022
Sit back, grab a snack and enjoy …
Stupid o’clock Backpacking Vietnam adventure
It was still pitch black; my eyes were barely open whilst hiding under my hoodie as the wooden boat that resembled an oversized canoe rocked to the motion of the calm water. Alex, on the other hand, was full of beans as usual. It didn’t matter how long we travelled for, I still hated that disgusting floaty morning spring in her step. There was just no need for it.
“Oh, come on, Amit, look at all this. We are in Can Tho and on the Mekong River with a local and going shopping with her.”
Her words prompted a little snarl for getting me out of bed to go shopping. I didn’t care where we were, at the end of the day, it was buying fruit and veg on a boat — it was nothing to get excited about.
“If this was Laos then you don’t care waking up early, you will be so excited, but because this is Vietnam and you don’t like it, you be a big baby,” she sniggered.
She had a point… if this was the wonderful, mystical Laos that I missed so much, I would probably be in better spirits, but Vietnam hadn’t done it for me. I felt nothing towards it. I don’t know what it was, but Alex loved it here and everybody we had met loved Vietnam, I just had no feelings towards it. In fact, I was the only person I knew who didn’t like Vietnam — I missed Laos too much.
Just want to leave can tho
Finally, my head lifted and my eyes opened, but I could barely make anything out along the river. The banks were hidden from sight, but there were noises, rustling like people were moving around. However, without visuals, I couldn’t confirm what the noises were, which put me on edge a little.
What are those noises and how is this old woman even steering without any light?
Forget that, how did Alex manage to get us on a boat with this local?
There were two reasons we’d come to Can Tho from Ho Chi Minh City — firstly, to get to Cambodia, and secondly, for Alex to experience a river market on the Mekong Delta.
I was only interested in leaving Vietnam. What we didn’t realise was just how many tour companies advertised an ‘authentic river market experience’, which instantly put us off. We had learnt — especially with our experience of the world wonder, Ha Long Bay — how anything that had grown popular became a hugely disappointing and overpriced tourist trap. Incidentally, that was the last organised tour we had done.
Backpacking Vietnam local experience
It seemed the ‘river market experience’ had gone the same way. Alex didn’t give up though and somehow found a local to take us on a trip — she didn’t say, but I’m sure some money must have been exchanged. Alex had met this lady a couple of nights before and befriended her, even though she didn’t speak a word of English, so I’m not sure how that worked.
As we floated down the river in the darkness, a cold breeze snapped, biting at my cheeks every time I tried to look up to make out what the noises were. I could just see the local lady standing at the end of our boat as she lifted the giant wooden paddles she used to steer it.
She hadn’t said a word yet, just smiled in my direction as the boat gently floated down the river. She lifted one paddle out, rotated the other underwater, and alternated between the two. We had just set off, but it looked like tiring work. She lifted both paddles out of the water, letting the boat drift as another boat came into view — his lantern the brightest light on the river. Our boat pressed up against his, which had used tyres on the sides for a soft collision.
