| | Sousath talking about the history of the stone jars at the entrance |
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| | Group photo with Sousath by the largest stone jar |
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| | The weather was gorgeous and the jars reminded me of Stonehenge |
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| | Our group exploring around some of the jars |
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| | A portrait of diminutive Tracey by large stone jar |
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| | Artistic shot of the rim of one of the jars |
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| | A plane just like ours landing at the airport in Phonsavan |
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| | Group photo by the cave where many Lao died during US bombing |
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| | Eating lunch at the only restaurant in old Xieng Khuang |
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| | Being initiated into the sacred world of mushroom lao lao |
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| | You can see Bill already has that inegmatic mushroom lao lao grin |
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| | Tracey and Anne discovering the magic of mushroom lao lao |
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| | Sousath and the Colonel join in the mushroom lao lao initiation |
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| | Group photo with Sousath and the Colonel |
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| | Anne kept wanting one more sip of mushroom lao lao |
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| | You can see the bottle is empty and we were feeling no pain |
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| | Tracey and Tim under the influence of mushroom lao lao |
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| | Old Xieng Khuang was nearly bombed out of existence during the war |
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| | Portrait of Tim with Buddha statue at Wat Si Phum |
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| | Portrait of Tracey with Buddha statue at Wat Si Phum |
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| | Overgrown stupa (That Chomsi) |
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| | Portrait of Bill at That Chomsi |
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| | I wonder what this looked like before the bombing? |
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| | Anne's muddy sandals, a fact of life when touring during the rainy season |
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| | Matt, with his magnetic personality, seemed to attract leeches... |
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| | A closeup of a leech after it has enjoyed snacking on Matt's blood |
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| | Driving to Ban Na Si, a Tai Dam village |
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| | Bill bought a traditional Tai Dam headdress from this woman |
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| | Daughter watching her mother weave |
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| | I purchased textiles from this young Tai Dam woman |
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| | This textile is now hanging on my living room wall - very special |
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