08 August 2015

Lao village homestay

(Aka sleeping in the home of a woman you can not communicate with)

It was still rainy as we pulled onto the road towards the village for our homestay. Our 15 passenger bus couldn't get all the way down the dirt road and the villagers realised their minivan couldn't get all the way to the bus. The solution? A tractor.

We all piled into the cart behind the tractor while Kit, our CEO, stayed to help get our bags to the village.


We didn't all quite fit, but didn't let that deter us.



After we got past the worse section we took two shifts in the van to get the rest of the way into the village. A while later Kit showed up in the back of the tractor, sitting on all of our bags.


We met up at the village chief's house then took a walk around.





All of the children were excited to see us and came over to try to talk to us or just walk with us and be nearby.


We met our host families and got settled in. This was one time I was very happy to have my SE Asia phrase book! After some awkward conversation we went back to the main house for dinner.


We were all dressed in traditional skirts and went across the street where the kids danced for us. 



They taught us some dances, too, and we all danced while the adults watched and laughed.

The bamboo dance was pretty cool.

The little boy in green was so cute. I danced with him a few times.


After a few demos it was our turn 

Even our local guide Lee got in on the fun

Before long it was time for bed, so we returned to our host family and after some more awkward attempts at conversation, went to sleep.


The next morning we got up early to the sound of rain, had breakfast, and got ready to leave.


Since the rain hadn't stopped, the mud was worse, so we ended up walking part of the way back, with some villagers helping us with our bags.

These guys didn't help us, but gave an encouraging moo as we walked by.

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