The final part of our visit in the Mekong Delta was visit to our guide's mother. The family had walled in a one acre garden for her memorial and brought to the gravesite food, flowers and incense. The area was full of fruit trees and flowers.

We traveled on the local transportation, motorcycles. On the main roads are hundreds of them. It seems the whole country moves on them. Families up to 4 on one, vegetables and large sacks of rice on another, mattresses, plates of glass, anything you can think of. And they weave in and out amidst the cars or buses that move tourists. We traveled, though, on a narrow path through the jungle that weaved in and out of the trees. If left alone we would have never found our way back.