Our second day up the Mekong was uneventful. Both of us woke up with full on colds after a day of the sniffles. I slept a LOT (but will spare you of the incredibly unflattering video Andrew took of me sleeping). When awake, I listened to at least five hours of Fareed Zakaria. We stayed in a kindacreepy (but cheap and very close to where our boat docked) guest-house, had dinner with a new German traveler, and crashed early.
