midday sun, quiet river. Houses did exist but they were seductively positioned just out of eyes view. Women washed, children laughed and waved, boys carried heavy loads of sand, man speaking Engrish over the silent waters. 'My Baby' (our boatman and teacher) singing sweetly as we glided along, myself working very hard on the paddling while Mum and he quite frankly chilled out. It's ALL TOO MUCH LIKE HARD WORK!
Straight from the horse's mouth
