He also shot a great video of the market, but the file is too big so when I get home I'll edit it and post it.
After breakfast we walked back into town and well before we got to the market -- which is next door to the secondary school -- we heard music over a loudspeaker. We've heard a lot of music here in Nong Khiaw, both recorded and people just singing. As we got closer I realized the music was coming from the school, so we stood and watched the school kids dancing to what we think is traditional music. Their hand movements were graceful, fingers held tightly together and bent slightly backward, thumb folded into the palm, hands swaying up and across, and down, coordinated with simple foot movements. Boys and girls were both dancing, and some kids were giggling and goofing around a bit, and some girls were serious about it -- just like school kids everywhere.
The street was quite crowded with kids, more than we'd ever seen here. We have no idea where they all came from, and we didn't know why they were so thick in the street. As we were watching the dancers, I saw a young teenage boy pass by with a scythe on a long bamboo handle, and thought that was a little strange. We'd also passed crowds of kids, some of whom held brooms and most held long sticks. When we noticed that some were dragging big bags of trash, we decided it must be a day when the kids clean up the town.
|very busy main street this morning|
|some work going on, but lots of talking|
|both flags fly everywhere -- Laos, and hammer and sickle|
|a beautiful house on main street|
|one last walk by the Nam Ou, with a wistful heart|
|another beautiful house -- flowers, a satellite dish, and chickens.|
|the poorer part of town|
|O how we will miss this place. We'll be back.|