I would have left Laos without even knowing I was there on the Hmong Têt (New Year) if a man hadn't walked up to me to offer his moto-taxi services to the celebration, just an hour and a half before I was bound for the airport. It was a riceless treat to find myself amidst hundreds of Hmong in their most glamorous outfits. The joy of the holiday and of being beautifully attired shone on all faces.


A penny for your thoughts!