Udom Xai
Mists of a morning of rules, again. Although red now.
a new spot in the bed.
I walk with Ray
the Irish a dozen kilometers to a village in the mountains
- and back. So we
along a small river, crossing from one side to the other
indefinitely to monitor the trail, we hear the cry of a pig is slaughtered
clearly. Ray excitedly:
- Here we go, here we go? We'll see? I always wanted to see it!
the first village we crossed, we stopped to eat a noodle soup
disgusting. A procession carrying a tree tickets makha
dung we advance toward the sound of drums, clapping and shouting
. A man kneels down and holds out a cup for us
offer to donate. Yes, of course! But how? Ray scratched his head, chuckling
:
- Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
I ride my tickets in prayer in front of my forehead.
It does not look very smart! Are we to kneel? Is
we should say something? Are we to join the procession
? Everyone laughed at our awkwardness. Is deposited
our tickets in the cut. Explosion of cheers, applause,
small dances, laughs. Such a joy to learn to give!
A kilometer away, you get caught up in a large table
dead drunk and horny that makes us drink beer and laolao bottoms up, and we gave de
cakes sticky rice sweetened with coconut. Then we danced to the sound of the drum
this strange dance where they stalled and slow when you turn the
hands. A little tipsy, we try to slip away, but a lady
takes us by the hand and leads us into the vat, a few hundred yards away. On
mats, people are sitting barefoot in front of houses
miniature multicolored, decorated wreaths and trees laden with bright
tickets. Front of houses, trays of offerings. Some young monks
orange smiling. Smiles and few words. It invites us
install on the mats. Serenity, light colors. It remains
long to fill candy, we are offered in large sections
golden. It is the food that minds have already consumed
. I am very impressed.
- Come, let's go! Ray
train.
dugout in the middle on the way, one suspects that something will happen
hand: we go beyond women returning to their clearly
village after the market Udom Xai. They carry very heavy loads, but
refuse categorically that I help.
At the village entrance, long time we sat down to contemplate life as it was passing
without us and our thirst to ruminate. When it was decided to advance
, immediately a man invited us to install us
near him. Seated on low stools - higher for men, but almost
a simple board on the floor to the woman - near the family's father
peeling vines for making ropes, it was left to offer
astringent fruit, which was soaked in chilli powder. The children remained
away and stared at us. Weeping and sniffling due to
chilli, we all laughed with my mouth and my grimaces
dumbstruck to Ray that swallowed even the stumps and
urging me to imitate him - what I did and which I done better
abstain, judging by the persistent itches in the esophagus.
the water point, a woman wrinkled like an old apple, teeth
betel, filled his kettle in the wind and light.
A dog attack as I approached us to see her young.
three little boys playing shuffleboard in the dust. A puck is launched in
décaniller another installed a meter away. Launch by hand, but also
foot. They are right every time. A game without issue.
Travelling with me is a man of the male part that is not really
me but I must also assume that if I do not judge me
as a single woman. Ray
walking barefoot, drinking river water that he offers in a can of motor oil
, leading the monks with his feet, very loud -
as an American that looks to be - and imitates well the little pigs
black.
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