On our last day in Laos, we cycled past a large group of women and kids sitting on the side of the road. As usual, the kids were screaming out “Sabaidee”. We decided to stop. The minute we did, all but one brave little boy got frightened and scurried to the top of the hill. Once at the top, they simply stood and watched us.
Spiros walked over to the little boy and pointed to the camera. No reaction. Spiros took a picture. No reaction. Spiros then turned the camera around and showed him the photo. A big smile now appeared on his face. After a few more photos, he ran to the top of the hill.
We were getting ready to set off again, when we noticed that a few ladies were now coming down the hill. When they got to us, they pointed to the camera. When Spiros showed them the picture of the little boy, they laughed, smiled, and gathered in a little closer. The older one then took off her jacket, straightened out her shirt and pointed to herself. Okay, we were more then happy to oblige.
One by one, they posed for a picture. Soon more and more people started to come down the hill.
One minute they’re running away, the other they’re posing with our helmets. Neat.
The day continued in similar fashion.













