Along the river banks of the Mekong River, cluttered along the edge of the jungle that looks to overtake them at any time, are small, hastily built plywood homes with corrugated tin roofs. Wisps of white smoke rise from their pipe chimneys. Old men sit on the end of rickety piers, dipping their fishing lines into the water. The smell of cooked fish permeates the air. The Mekong River is the world’s twelfth longest. It runs through China, Myanmar, Laos, Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam. It’s called the Mother Of All Rivers because it’s a resource to so many people. Traveling very far up it is hazardous because of rapids and falls. Dam construction makes parts of it unnavigable. In some parts of the river, houses are built on the water and small boats and skiffs clog the waterway. Just slightly north of the Mekong River Delta is a most incredible…
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