The journey of Gargan's year of travelling down the Mekong begins interestingly in Tibet, but gradually becomes less and less so. He describes one poor village after another and they all begin to coalesce. You increaingly find it hard to tell the Laotians, from the Cambodieans, from the others. One dusty bus ride or poorly functioning boat after another becomes tedious.
What is missing is the sense of the traveller, who seemingly remains uninfluenced by the travel. A haunting initial dedication which suggests a lover lost, is unmentioned in the story. In fact, as far as one can tell, Gargen never met an attractive woman, had no feelings, in fact did not suffer from homesickness… Read more