A fond memory for me indeed. When I was a teenager, I strode along on the river bank each evening, for nearly one and half a year. Very depressed and emotional indeed, overlooking the flowing and rolling Mekong River waters. I arrived in Vientiane when I was only 5 years old, stayed there for 4 years, before I went to Hong Kong to study. Most of my times in Vientiane were pleasant, except the teenage time that was when my daddy past away. Each evening on the river bank meant I dropped out of school a day. Those were things some 60 years back, then Vientiane only had a small population of some 150 thousands.