EN FRANCAIS PLUS BAS MORE PHOTOS HERE Mud here is a way of life. It is everywhere and anywhere, red, brown, greenish, grey, and it is as much part of life as the river, the pace of which determines Lao's livelihoods. At first, like when I arrived in Don Det, you try to avoid it, jumping from one seemingly hard dry spot to the next. Then, after missing a few times and splashing mud all over your nearby friends, clothes and shoes, you realize there is no escaping it, and then it begins growing on you, you forget about wearing shoes which get wet and nasty anyways, and you start to enjoy when it seeps between your bare toes, the cool feeling under your soles, the alternately patting or sloshing noise your walking makes, the slipping,
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