I had a difficult decision if I should post this on the people page or the Laos page, and in the end Laos won out. This was taken outside Phonsavan after a small prayer service. The people had never seen white people in person and began singing and making music for my brother and I. Then we sang for them. After the music we ate food brought by the women and drank an unhealthy amount of Laos whiskey (a horrible moonshine). More than half a year later, I am still wearing two of the ten friendship bracelets they tied around my wrist that day.