What was supposed to be the highlight of my recent trip to Myanmar’s Irrawaddy River wasn’t happening.
But even though my lower back ached from an hour of hunching forward in a narrow canoe, my legs awkwardly jammed into the bow, I kept saying no when the guide asked if I wanted to head back.
And then it happened.
A group of river dolphins began surfacing in an arc around the other boat in our group. A fisherman standing on its prow called out to them in a strange, guttural language.