Who wants to see a salt farm kids? But since we're on a schedule we're not slowing down and you have to take pictures out of the car window. Want to know how they make salt? It's fascinating, see. Well, they pump in the sea water and then let the sun do it's work for a couple of months. And then you have... salt! Nope, sorry, can't stop to buy some, have to get to the market before the train comes!
When we finally arrived at the town that had the train market, there was a bit of a scare that we had just driven two hours to see just a flooded Mekong river. Interesting in itself, yes, but I wanted some action!
Thankfully the people didn't let a liProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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le water stop them, and the market was buzzing. And it really was right on the train tracks.
Austin, just starting to realize how tall he his compared to the rest of the world.
Hopefully these frogs died of natural causes and didn't just get squished by the train.
And here comes the train, it really does go straight through the market!
Breathless from all this danger, we went on to what I thought would be super cool, but really just turned out to be a major tourist trap. The Floating Market. It's not even really a market with food stuffs, just stall after stall of trinkets and what-nots, pretty much the same as every other souvenir stall in the country. On water. Dirty, crowded, exhaust-filled water. Beats walking, I guess.
Here's me, looking a bit skeptical of David's choice of souvenir.
A quick run by the wood working place...
All before lunch. Our guide dropped us off at a lunch place that can only be described as... bizarre. We were pretty much the only customers in the place (never a good sign), and our waiter was a very enthusiastic lady-boy who spoke zero english. After much hand waving, pointing, and only getting two of the four things we wanted, we thought he might not be able to read, either, as we were pretty sure we pointing to "steamed rice" in Thai, and ended up with some sort of soup (yes, David ate it anyway). Our waiter took a fascinating of not slightly uncomfortable interest in Austin, bringing over his/her phone and motioning to take his picture. Austin politely agreed, and after she moved him around to different parts of the restaurant because she not getting the lighting she wanted, finally found a good place to capture Austin's image on his/her phone.
And left Austin with a souvenir, which appeared to be some sort of business card. Ah, the memories we'll have...
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Whoops did I forget the Grand Palace? Tomorrow...
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