At Pi Mai, things get a little crazy.
The Lao people take their new year’s celebration quite seriously. It’s a time to cleanse the soul, wash away the old, and, well, party your ass off.
Buckets of water are dumped, torrential rainstorms appear from nowhere, and the Beerlao intake is tripled.
So, to explain, here a few pictures from B from that whacky, wet and hot as hell week.
During Pi Mai, water is holy. You wash yourself, drench your friends, cleanse the Buddah, and jump in the river. So a day hanging with some favorite tots in Pha Theung, we put the fear of parasites behind us, and jumped in the Nam Ou.
At our first basii ceremony of the week, whiskey Lao was passed furiously throughout. The face, here, of our friend and co-worker, pretty much says it all.
For months Noy has talked about the big New Year’s match of the women’s national team. You’d never know from her face that her team got crushed, because, like she says, ‘we try very hard and have fun, so bo ben nyueng.’
This is my girl, Nut. For the entire time I’ve known here she has worn the same tattered green dress. But, for Pi Mai, everyone gets a new article of clothing. Of course Nut, the cutest human alive, got a bright banana yellow dress.