I wish I could capture more than just images in my camera. There are 5 senses and my camera doesn't even do justice to what I see. Last night was the most amazing festival celebrating the end of the rainy season; a true feast of the senses. I hope my memory will suffice to remember it always.
Townspeople from distant towns showed up to watch the night parade where handmade boats were shown off down the main street. The boats were of bamboo and tissue paper and many were brilliantly lit up. There was singing and dancing and fire twirling and fireworks going off. The boats were led to a big temple on the edge of the Mekong River. My friends and I joined in the parade as we had a tiny boat to float as well. As tradition, we added our fingernail clippings to the boat to cut off any bad luck. From atop the hill the Mekong seemed to be floating christmas lights down it- hundreds of tiny boats with candles drifting away. Hundreds of us stood on the banks and watched the big boats go in. Some sank, some floated, always to great cheers.
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