A big cloud of monsoon tears and waterspouts come to strike the wooden tiles of the lady of the Mekong. The river swells at sight carrying at full speed tree trunks and branches.
The storms at the end of the day in Vientiane are short-lived. A first clearing and the deserted banks come back to life.
For about ten days on a mission for National Geo I lived on this junk. At dawn or at the end of the day, I walked along the river near the junk. Upstream fish farms where young fishermen raise tilapias and pangas.
Downstream a Buddhist temple, that of Soap vat.