There is a lot to be said for taking ones time. But if there’s a way I can get something or be somewhere fast, I’ll typically tick that box. Years ago, Jason and I were travelling from Thailand to Laos. At the border, we had the choice between an old tortoise of a boat that would get us to Luang Prabang in two days, or a skinny canoe with a souped up engine that could bomb it down the Mekong at lighting speed. Scrunched and cross-legged on the boat floor with bike helmets on our heads and two kamikazes manning the tiller, Jason and I, plus three Israeli tourists, whizzed down the river. Eight-hours later, soaked and deafened (the engine was impossibly loud) and with cramps in our legs, we all wobbled onto a beach in what felt like the middle of nowhere. We had arrived. This was the dock for Luang Prabang. These days, we’d spend the money on a flight. But oh, what a ride it was.