I’m currently travelling with an American photographer called Erica Camille.
This morning we went for a 5 mile hike along roads, through trees (kind of jungle, I guess) and up mountains.
It was reasonably hard going in places. Great fun but, boy, were we hot. And THIRSTY.
As we walked back to our village, we noticed a little house that appeared to be running a restaurant.
Outside was a huge yellow sign, showing a large bottle of Beer Lao, sparkling with frost, straight from the fridge.
I desperately needed a drink. Erica fancied a coconut. So we stopped.
As we went through the gate, we walked past a man who was grilling something over an open fire.
His wife came over.
“Do you have a Beer Lao”, I asked.
“Do you have coconut?”
“What do you have?”
She pointed at the fire.
He was cooking rats.