Mart-deBlog

Travelling with little minibuses got us stranded in a little village on the way to Ping'an. We were picked up by pink dresses, big silver earrings and extravagant hair: people from the Yao minority. They brought us to the only guesthouse of the village, with big "Mama" welcoming us into her house, offering a place to sleep and supper. What seemed the whole female population of the village gathered at our stay, to watch us watch them watch us. A little shop down the road offered beer and then night got Yauwy. There was some hunting for our money but to me it just established them as a minority in present times, using what their culture offered them. There was traditional dancing, my uncle remarried, we had delicious food and many mutual smiles. Next day the "Mama" of the guesthouse took us up the rice terrasses and that night continued were we left of, with gambling and more bottom up beers.