Public Service Announcement: Drinking and driving is bad.  With that said I’ve drank and drove a few times in my day and have puked in the back of cars while someone drunker than me was at the wheel.  My question wasn’t meant to be judgmental but rather compassionate.  They were drunk; the streets were dark and littered in potholes.  When all is said and done I know I would have jumped on the back of either of their scooters.  I just needed assurance that we weren’t going to take some drunken steroid infested crotch rocket ride reminiscent of high school.  You’ve got to hate crap like that. 
The next portion of our conversation seemed to flow like there was no language barrier at all.  Ton explained that he was careful to make the necessary judgements to drive safely.  This wasn’t one of those times when someone drinking shouldn’t drive.  This was one of those times a person uses his judgement correctly.  The idea of harming himself or another person was foreign to him.  This appears to be the norm in a society built upon few enforceable laws but harsh penalties for living.  His outlook was refreshingly unique.  Most of us live in a world where we aren’t trusted to make our own judgements.  He has no choice.
I soon discovered upon exiting the gala that it had never been their intention to drive.  The party was just down the street.  The energy reached a fevered pitch as we rounded the corner and entered the rear of the bride’s house.  I walked stoically onto the back patio with my head held low. I do this for a variety of reasons.  The primary reason I do this is in my everyday life is because I find if I look up the craziest wacko will undoubtebly engage me in a conversation. 
I did it in Laos as a sign of respect.  Bowing is an integral aspect of the salutation and this way I was half way there.  The depth at to which you bow and the duration all reflect your position in life relative to the person you are addressing.  The corresponding hand positions are difficult if not impossible to master by anyone except for the natives so I don’t suggest trying.  Just keep your head low and don’t look someone in the eyes unless you are given indication that it’s appropriate to do so.  Two more reasons to keep your chin low.  Let’s just say that walking into a communist country like a goddamn red, white and blue peacock perpetuates certain stereotypes that affect our relationships with other countries.  The second reason is simpler.  People taller than the mean height of 5’3" will ultimately take a roof of the house to the noggin sometime during their stay in this vertically challenged land. About 40 people were comfortably dispersed in 4 primary groups.  One group was inside the house and used the back patio door to supply food, drink and a constant flow of new people to the party.  One of the people in this group was Pond’s wife who we unfortunately didn’t get to meet.  She was too busy working behind the scenes.  I assume it’s a traditional bonding time for the mother, bride and her girls.
The second group was dancing around a tree just brought out by a woman from inside the house.  It was the Lamvong dance, except they were all circling the tree together.  It was a small space so I can see why.  The third group was a table of primarily older men drinking and a rare 2 smokers.  Not many people smoke in Laos and this was the first time I saw anyone smoking in such a public space.  I greeted what to me looked like the oldest guy at the table.  I would say he was about 48.  This is old in a country with an average life expectancy is 54 years old.  He was also one of the smokers.  Yeah right…. Smoking kills.  We grabbed two seats at the ends of the "old-guys" table and spurted out  "kop chi li li" another 30 or so times. 
A fourth group congregated along a makeshift bar situated behind us on the perimeter of the lawn and street.  This is where the guys who brought us to the party set up camp. Within about 6 seconds of sitting down a 1/3 full glass of BeerLao was between my eyes.  I took a drink and watched my friend Paul try to explain that he would prefer soda water. It was basically a long-running joke at this point into our 5-day Laotian trek. I can’t explain how foreign the concept of abstaining from drinking is to the Laotian people. Laotians don’t have any concept of not drinking because of personal choices.  Many people don’t drink often because it doesn’t bode well with their health, but this wasn’t the case. Let’s just say it wasn’t the first time people would be brought into hysterics upon a toast from Paul’s soda water.  It only got funnier each of the 25 additional times he declined a drink.
Being able to consume and abuse almost anything at our discretion is not the situation in Laos.  There isn’t the same kind of access to external factors. Their gentle personalities and suspicious nature is a reflection of their lack and oftentimes desire of material goods.  This is ideologically different than western capitalism principals that are slowly being adopted since 1990.  Not to mention the U.S. did conduct a secret war in 1973 that left it the most bombed country of the Vietnam War.  I know you probably don’t want a history lesson, but the rational was to cut off the northern trade routes of the Ho Chi Min Trail in order to curtain the spread of communism.  There I said it. A few short minutes later a sharply dressed Pond walked into the party.  He wore a purplish blue iridescent silk oxford with the sleeves rolled up.  Both his wrists were tightly wrapped in a white cloth rope – traditional Lao boxing style.  He looked like a bad ass as he sat down between me and Paul.  Pond quickly got offered a drink from one of the 4 people who were circling the table like vultures looking for sober victims.  A variety of drinks were being served. Variety, however, is a relative word in Laos.  No apple martinis or

This experience opened my eyes to a country that first started allowing Westerners to enter in 1989.  Our knowledge and experiences are skewed by the boundaries and institutions we place ourselves.  It was wonderful to escape to a place where those boundaries are outside any field I have ever walked. 

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Joseph Kultgen is co-founder of www.trekshare.com and has been writing the monthly newsletter - TrekNews - for the past 3 years. He is a contributer to STA Travel and Gap literature as well as a co-creator of TrekTV.