At 5am, the Mekong roars to life—a vibrant dance of tradition and rhythm. But this world of floating markets and river traders, unchanged for generations, is disappearing faster than the morning mist.

I felt her grip before I saw her—weathered fingers surprisingly strong, eyes that had witnessed decades of floods and harvests. "Boat," she chanted, dragging me toward the water with the force of the current itself. What followed was a journey through waters thick with brown sediment and plastic waste, where ancient rhythms clash with modern realities.

From the chaos of Can Tho's floating markets to the quiet resignation of traders watching their children choose offices over oars, this is a story about what we lose when progress comes at the cost of culture. It's about the hands that have guided boats along these currents for centuries—and the moment when they finally let go.

Come drift with me through the Mekong Delta, camera in hand, to capture a way of life that may not last forever.