The Hmong, one of the many ethnic minorities in the Central Highlands, live in long houses like the one pictured. We had the opportunity to visit a young family with our Easy Rider as interpreter.
They were incredibly hospitable – immediately laying down a spread of smoked fish and roasted peanuts. They also insisted we finish the rice wine they brought out. Twist my rubber arm, Hmong!
At 28, they had four children. They told us we were lazy for being 30 & 35 with no children (insert an Amen! from Dad Greenamyer).
The wife also told me that I must have been a beautiful actress when I was younger.
Um…thanks?
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