I'm sweating rum bullets now. Down my brow, trickling along the crevices of my face and emptying out the bottom of my stanky, dust-covered helmet. Thoughtlessly propelling myself through some of the most elaborate beauty the world has to offer. Lush rice paddies, verdant valleys, the works... Asia. Beguiling me, reeling me along, and getting me caught up in its own myth, losing me along its grueling highways and indiscernible cities. I need breath and,though my trip has been solitary, I need solace. Luckily, Lak Lake lies ahead, and at a reasonable distance.
This old country road eventually ( and mesmerizingly) winds down to Jun Village on the southern bank of Lak Lake leading to a settlement of the M'nong people. The capricious nature of my travels have brought me here and I'm thankful for that after fumbling through this town aimlessly looking for a place to stay. I'm here, nice and steady, with nothing but an old lake and few old folks to keep me company.
Though there's more; many a local enjoying themselves, swilling local liquor, near my door late into the evening.
The wind heaves in this valley, been doin' that all day... and once those boys get to sleep, or pass, it's gonna' sound real nice.
Rice fields on the outskirts of Lak Lake.
The only visitor in this traditional stilt house meant to accommodate twelve.
The sweetness of the M'nong countryside.( Yes, those are elephants in the river)
