Calm waters

We left the boat early to visit the floating fishing village and the scene before us and around us seemed ethereal as the early morning mist began to lift and the sun rose higher.  Our bamboo boat moved effortlessly through the water with the experienced hands of our smiling oars-lady as she went about her business. We caught glimpses of the interiors of the houseboats and observed the daily life routines of the people, teeth brushing, laundry, cooking, mending nets, fishing. All the time my mind was filling with words like serene, tranquil, bliss, simplicity, beauty and natural  wonder. A memory to treasure.
As we returned to our boat for lunch and check out, it became clear Catriona was not feeling well. Time and tide waits for no man, (or Catriona), so we had no option but to carry on towards to the airport by bus, visiting a memorial to a 14th Century hero and a Buddhist temple on the way. Sick bags were provided. And used.
At the airport, we had our last supper of egg fried rice - though Catriona wisely had water only.
Our happy memories of the last two months were tempered by the sad news from home which had curtailed their holiday. We were reassured that a warm welcome was waiting for them at home, as the rest of the family were rallying to meet them at Edinburgh airport. 
We continue on and carry you with us in spirt girls.