We woke up. It was the day of the Monihei Mudfest, but what did we want to see first?
A bull get slaughtered. Then we planned on going to a Wa village before finally getting mud slathered all over our bodies in the most impolite way.
Number one on the docket… turned out to be old Wa people dancing in a circle.
7 am wake up bust. Not that ethnic dancing doesn’t look cool. All those ethnic minority outfits. The dancing. The rhythms. Ooo.
But the freshness was not lost on this man, one of the leaders of the dance who left in the middle to pick up a phone call.
“Oh hey dude, what’s up? Not too much here.”
“Yeah, it’s noisy outside where I am but I can talk…”
FYI, there’s no inappropriate time to answer your phone in China. The silent button may as well not exist.
As you might be able to see, Sean, Lucas and I are super impressed with the dancing. at 7 am. My bathing suit is also put on inside out.
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