The storm swells

We'd just moored our boat at its lodgings after a morning up the Mekong, and missed the ferry back to the city by a hair's breadth, when literally two minutes later the wind started to whip up the sand from below our feet. As we stood on the river bank with this horse and cart, the wind blew the sand in circles around us and often obscured everything from out sight.

Meanwhile, the ferry tied up on the shore broke its moorings and the ferry trying to get in to dock fought against the waves and stood no chance of doing anything but trying to keep upright in the choppy waters.

For some time, everyone just stood and waited to see what would happen, moments later we were all running for cover as rain drops fell like bullets from the sky and we huddled under nearby shelter for the storm to pass.

Luckily, we had a short wait, entertained by the comings and goings of people frantically trying to escape the storm, while not quite giving up on trying to do what they were trying to do. Then we boarded the ferry and made it back to the city.