Early morning in Isaan: 13 degrees bite into the skin. An invitation to breakfast, road dust and the Mekong. Between broken languages and BeerLao, I realise that every world is enough unto itself.
Like modern silent giants, wind turbines accompany journeys with their majestic and harmonious presence, evoking poetry and memories across diverse landscapes.
In the heart of Can Tho, Vietnam, life unfolds with gentle grace, and time seems to stand still, immersed in the simplicity of daily routines, the warmth of welcoming people, and the beauty of a slow, deliberate life