With our friend from the states visiting, we undertook a (what we didn’t know would be so) major project to build soccer goals for the talented and fierce kids of rural Bo He village.
The men folk, B and friend, put in laborious days of metalworking in the heavy Lao humidity.
Our Lao friends and PoP supports stopped by daily to help cleanup, paint, and serve the boys beerlao.
Once in Bo He, the epicness of the project was far from complete. Villagers had to carry the goals down the hill, across the bridge, up through the village and to the school.
But then, the rowdiest, far-better-than-any-world-cup-game, commenced.
And when we left Bo He, sufficiently exhausted and Beerlaoed, a group of primary school girls, their skirts knotted up around their waists, were tied up in a raucous game, mimicking their new Lao city friends, determined to be serious ass-kicking females.