We met boy soldiers and drank rice wine with them on the road.  This was around Sala Phou Koun, near the junction with the Xieng Khouang road, where the soldiers were dug in. You can see it was pretty cold in the morning (we were probably coming from Kassi, where we slept on the floor of the place where we had eaten the night before). Pat caught me and Rod in action as we took photos of the young Hmong soldier—how embarrassing! I had no idea I looked so silly. The photo came out okay. He doesn’t look like he is being confronted by two silly Falangs.