Impossible Shrooms

It’s springtime in Laos and we are in the middle of a very long dry spell. There has been no rain since January and temperatures are peaking in the high 30s and, occasionally, the early 40s (for our American friends, that’s well over 100 degrees Fahrenheit).

Birds are dropping out of the sky, geckos are falling off the walls, toads are hibernating deep underground and Mekong river catfish are knocking on the door asking to borrow a cup of water.

Yet, in the midst of a dusty sunrise, two mushrooms found the will (and enough moisture) to say g’day.