A coupple of days ago was suposed to end quiet after a long trip around Buon ma thout, But i guess i couldn`t be more wrong.

Because i have this new "yes to everything" lifestyle i went with 2 locals to this resturant where everything was small, the chairs, tables, chopsticks, stairs was small.. the entire resturant was small. and of course, the people are small :D
Before i had even tried to place my huge ass on the tiny chair a big bowl of somthing was placed on the propane fired thingy at the center of the table.

So i asked Doung, What`s this?

"Aah, you know mister. This is leg, stomach, tounge and very good head"

-Head?

"yes, very good head"

-ok....

"And this, Rice Wine"

-Rice wine! Yes, good idea!

After too many bottles of rice wine and more than enough pieces of head and stomach this guy whitch-i-can`t-remember-the-name-of asked if we go to his friends house he said "him has cheap rice wine"

Let`s go!

His house was a tiny little shed at the end of a narrow pich black alley which i could never find my way back to. We sat down on the floor in his small livingroom about the size of two pool tables with a matress in the corner, and a picture of his mother in a gold frame a bit odd placed on the wall.

The man of the house poured me a shot of rice wine while i introduced my self, Khanh was about 30 years old, knew no english what so ever.

Ùc was about the same age and i guess he was the shy guy in the gang.

Tuan was the father of the house, with 7 doughters (one of the 3 weeks old lying in the only bedroom in the home) and 6 sons he was proud of what he accompliched.

And Hùng was probably only 17 years and was the funny guy who kept trying to teach me vietnameese whitch ofcourse brakes into a everlasting bellylaugh witch transforms into singing along to the karaoke machine blasting out of the windows from across the street.

«I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend

And waste a chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you»

And a little boy (Tuan`s son?), probably 10 years keeps coming trough the curtain which doubbles as a door with bottles of rice wine and i noticed the Tuan slips him a 5000VND bill.(26Cents)

Some food arrives on the floor but this time i have learned, i dont ask what it is.. just eat. Hung kept trying to teach me how to eat with chopsticks the vietnameese way which means i had to eat many pieces because that took me a while, but i didn`t mind because this was really good.. or was that the rice wine talking.

After hours of singing and learning vietnameese and having a serious discussion with Tuan, in vietnameese, i decided to call it a night...