Thanks and Congratulations! I look forward to reading this with as much visceral engagement as your earlier Slithering evoked. You write pleasures for us to enjoy.

The Mekong at Vientiane was the first large river I physically encountered in my early years. The Sacramento of my childhood, Seine of college days and Narayani of PC posting had been degrees of formidable, but coming to the great wide gouge in the plain at the end of the train ride from Bangkok, to see before crossing it the river, low in its tall banks, was bracing. A level of visceral shock, awe. And then imagination of its course up and down stream.