The month of September in Laos means boat racing season. I photographed a local team through practice to race day, a truly local experience, and a wet one!
I made my way down to the muddy river’s edge for my first dip in the Mekong River. The Tha Phra team was in the boat waiting for me, watching me. I gingerly walked out to the front, swung a leg over the side and set foot in the wooden boat. This wasn’t as easy as it would seem; the front of the boat was quite narrow and therefore wobbly. I steadied myself and went to sit down; my hips didn’t fit into the seat, once again reminding me that I am a giant in Asia.
I made my way down to the muddy river’s edge for my first dip in the Mekong River. The Tha Phra team was in the boat waiting for me, watching me. I gingerly walked out to the front, swung a leg over the side and set foot in the wooden boat. This wasn’t as easy as it would seem; the front of the boat was quite narrow and therefore wobbly. I steadied myself and went to sit down; my hips didn’t fit into the seat, once again reminding me that I am a giant in Asia.
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