The Mekong ends its long journey from the Tibetan Plateau in southern Vietnam, splitting into branches that spread across a vast, flat delta. The Vietnamese call it Cuu Long, Nine Dragons. Water shapes everything here. Houses stand on stilts along the banks, sampans carry fruit to market, and narrow canals shaded by coconut palms link villages that roads reach only reluctantly.
This is Vietnam's rice bowl and its fruit basket. Days are spent on the water and in orchards, at brick kilns and flower villages, eating fish grilled whole and fruit picked the same morning. After the noise of Saigon, the quiet takes a day to get used to.