The next morning, I signed on for a longboat tour to some caves on the Mekong River. One of the great things about these tours is that you never know who you'll end up touring with. In this case, it was two lovely British girls and a couple from San Francisco.
One of the Brits had her right hand bound in the most unusual contraption. She told the story of tripping at night while carrying a glass of water and cutting her hand. She had been in Vietnam at the time and was flown to Singapore for emergency surgery. The amazing thing was that she described the entire affair with such nonchalance. Ah....to be young and carefree....