At the start of our jungle trek near Phonxali, Laos. Our guide brought us to a small wooden house where he bought some lao-lao (Laotian rice whisky), there was a group of boys playing at the back of a beat-up truck; the youngest of them have this very easy disposition and a beautiful smile. Each time we took a picture of them/him and showed it to him, he would just crack up laughing uncontrollably. It’s wonderful to see such innocence in a remote setting otherwise plagued by poverty. It makes me wonder whether we “modern” and “urban” people have had it all wrong.
Wish you were here,