I was the only white person on the pick up (mini bus/ute). These pickups usually care meant to carry about 13 people but there were 30 in this one. We crossed the Mekong river in a fairly isolated region...
On a fairly old barge...
A fellow on the bus (Mr Oun Keou) invited me to come to visit his village while I was in the area. They were having a party for the week end.I had trouble finding a way to get to the village so the first day was lost. I organized a fellow on a bike to take me the second day. It was about 25 kms and we had to do some river crossings and go through a heap of small villages on the way.
I had to walk across this bridge while to motor bike rider took the bike across...
Finally got to the village.. 
When I got to there Mr Oun Keou (who invited me) was not there. All the people gathered around to see what I was doing...
Some one called Mr Oun Keou and told him there was a visitor there for him. He arrive about 1 hour later while I had a beer and watched the people watching me. They had organized a generator and a big stereo system. I think it was the Chinese new year party.I asked him how often they get a falang (foreigner) in their village and he said I was the first to ever visit.He took me around to some of the huts where there were people drinking a type of rice alcohol (different to rice wine) out of clay pots/Jars, through thin lengths of bamboo. I tried some.. it was fairly sweet.
The were putting it into bottle as well for others to drink...
Every one having a little bit of food and some beers...
A couple of ladies wanted to dance with me so I had to entertain the villagers...
A heap of kids watching the strange behavior of the white man...
In the afternoon the family got dressed in their traditional clothing and we got some photos together...
