I love the Issan...the thai northeast that is historically Lao in culture and language...one major difference? They party waaay harder than thais. And own elephants. Laura and I took a trip to the village of our elephant friends. Here we got to take a bath with the elephant. SANOOK.
Here is a daytime mor lam show. Music. Dancing. Boys. Rice whisky.
Here is the start of a five hour procession, that was inducting/celebrating about 8 20-something boys that were going into the monkhood for a temporary stint. This truck was packed full of instruments, including a drum set, and drove around the village playing music, and the whole town came and danced behind it.
The elephants paraded the soon-to be monks around and danced a little too.
This was another morlam show. Scheduled to start at 10 pm, but it started raining. Our friends told us, when it stops raining the show will start...we were thinking there was some sort of cut off time, like 12 am, but no, the village went into temporary slumber and at 3 am we hear the band start bumping. The boys start hitting the rice whisky and it's a party. It wrapped up at about 9 am and everyone went to work in the rice fields. I held off and started drinking at 6. UGG!
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