A riverside paradise finally reveals to two women what they had come halfway around the world to see
Our small wooden motorboat sliced through the pewter-coloured Mekong river like a tailor’s scissors through silk. On my left was Laos; on my right, Cambodia. Clusters of small islands, many of them only small knolls scattered across the river’s 14km width, floated by. The region is called 4000 Islands, but no one really knows how many islands there are. Somewhere below the water surface, I knew extremely rare dolphins were swimming around. Every time I saw a ripple, I mentally willed a dolphin to surface, if only to salvage my rickety reputation as a tour guide.