{"id":4,"date":"2013-05-03T22:08:57","date_gmt":"2013-05-03T22:08:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hilltribeart.com\/wordpress\/?p=4"},"modified":"2013-09-20T20:52:38","modified_gmt":"2013-09-20T20:52:38","slug":"report-from-maren-dancing-through-laos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/hilltribeart.com\/wordpress\/?p=4","title":{"rendered":"Report from Maren: Dancing through Laos"},"content":{"rendered":"

Maren recently returned from a month-long solo trip through the hilltribe regions of NW Vietnam and NE Laos, staying with many of the friends and \u201cbusiness contacts\u201d we have developed over the years.\u00a0 If there\u2019s one thing we\u2019ve learned: hilltribe cultures value friendship as centrally as they value family and community. \u00a0 As the following excerpt from her weekly \u201chome-report\u201d reveals, kindness and company are the greatest assets anyone can share.<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Vandara stirs a pot of anatto in the village where she is training women to dye.<\/p><\/div>\n

March 3: I’m in Vietnam, in Sapa, having arrived this morning by train. \u00a0My friend and \u201csister-in-all-but-blood\u201d Vandara from Luang Prabang, Laos, has come with me to see how Sapa does selling in their market, and how the materials are made and distributed. \u00a0She runs the guest house we stay in in Luang Prabang, has her fingers in an overwhelming number of projects supporting traditional Laos materials production, and is on several government task forces to help the Lao people find ways to ensure healthy, self-supporting, traditional activities. \u00a0With her, work and pleasure are one and the same. Wonderful woman, and a force of nature.<\/p>\n

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The tow truck sets up to pull the bus out of the ditch, and men shovel the drier dirt.<\/p><\/div>\n

But to fill you in on the last week: \u00a0We did manage to get to Phonsavan (in Xieng Khuang Province, NE Laos), but had a couple of mishaps. The road from Xam Neua to Phonsavan (8 hours) was closed for several hours due to a rainy spell the previous night that had turned a section of the road into a slip-and-slide. \u00a0A bus slid off the road into a ditch, and no other vehicle could get by. \u00a0Everyone was OK, but it took a huge crane\/tow truck to pull it out of the ditch, with chains looped around nearby trees to stabilize the tow truck while it pulled. \u00a0Once the bus was out of the ditch, the next bus to come down the road did the same thing. \u00a0A long day at that bend in the road. \u00a0Our driver got out of the car, along with the rest of us watching, and proceeded to shovel drier mud onto the road to provide some traction. \u00a0With the help of 6 young men pushing, we were able to make it around the curve, barely missing the ditch ourselves. \u00a0Two hours later we stopped for lunch, and, looking down, I saw there was a legitimate reason for my squishy-feeling foot; the squish was coming from a sandal full of blood. \u00a0Apparently I picked up a leach while observing the bus being pulled out of the ditch! \u00a0I didn’t feel a thing until the squish. \u00a0My first leach in all these years of travel! My friend Mai (our translator and good friend from Xam Neua) was quite concerned that the leach had dropped off in the van, but we never found it.<\/p>\n

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The bus in the ditch from the slippery road, and the towtruck men in the trees bracing the truck for pulling on the bus.<\/p><\/div>\n

Phonsavan was great – had dinner with Mai at her friend’s house. \u00a0Spent the next day in Napia gathering more aluminum articles, spoons, bracelets, etc., made out of pieces of American bombs recovered from the soil after we dropped the bombs on the Laos during the “Secret War” portion of the Vietnam “conflict.\u201d \u00a0(See the next article for details on the impact of the war.) On a cheerful note, I spent several hundred dollars on a family in Napia who make spoons, bracelets, bottle openers, and other items from the leftover aluminum. The money we make selling these items will all be donated to MAG (Mines Advisory Group) to clear unexploded ordnance.<\/p>\n

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Maren and the very pleased Napia couple who sold her the aluminum spoons, bracelets, etc.<\/p><\/div>\n

I also went to a local Tai Dam village where I found skeins of handspun, naturally dyed cotton and lengths of woven cotton, and distributed the dozens of photos we took there last year. \u00a0The women were really pleased to see me again and were more than eager to sell their materials.<\/p>\n

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Tai Dam cotton raiser, ginner, spinner, and dyer holds her skeins.<\/p><\/div>\n

Then my guide, Khen, who was our family’s guide last summer, took me as his “date” to a friend’s wedding – a very strange event. \u00a0The men and women danced in a group, rotating slowly counterclockwise, while the women shifted their hands – first left facing themselves and right facing their partner with fingers together in Thai-type poses, then, 4 steps later, reversing the order. \u00a0The group vibrated up and down about 2 inches with each step, and a very slow-motion dance ensued, all to deafening karaoke music. \u00a0The crew was quite inebriated, of course, as is required at a Lao wedding. \u00a0Over 150 people were there, complete with food, beer, lao-lao, dancing, dogs, children, and chickens.<\/p>\n

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The Newlyweds!<\/p><\/div>\n

Off to Luang Prabang (Laos\u2019 second largest city), where our friend Vandara was busy with a class of 17-25 year old local women learning embroidery techniques from a Hong Kong group, for whom Vandara was providing translation services. \u00a0Vandara was exhausted from the 6-day seminar, and\u00a0I only saw her for a couple of minutes each day. \u00a0I ended up spending a lot of time with Marie, a French woman who also adores Vandara, wandering around town to visit our usual contacts. We ate dinner at different places each night, accompanied by a Dutch woman who, with her partner, were creating a butterfly and orchid garden near Vandara’s second guest house that would include a bakery and cafe. \u00a0The most interesting westerners end up populating Asia! \u00a0The three of us had a blast together though, spending each dinner in hysterics.<\/p>\n

Our source for some of our simple handwoven silk scarves picked me up at my guest house and took me to her house where I perused high piles of silk, choosing the colors and styles that I think will work – who knows if I’m right – and was fed, watered, and returned to my guest house with all of my chosen textiles left behind at her house, with a pile of her friends\/relatives labeling our choices to meet customs requirements. \u00a0The next day they were delivered to the guest house (even though I hadn’t paid for them yet) as I only saw the scarves on Saturday, and the banks were closed until Monday. \u00a0Talk about trust!<\/p>\n

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Our talented wood hanger carver carefully cuts the outline of the cragon hanger on his homemade jigsaw – no finger guards!<\/p><\/div>\n

Monday, the man who carves the wooden hangers we carry picked me up at my guest house on his motorcycle, and he took me to his home where his wife had lunch waiting. \u00a0I took pictures of him carving the hangers to have available for our customers, made my final selection of hangers – most made of rosewood – and then he drove me back to my guest house in his tuk-tuk so the hangers could come with us. \u00a0He was so sweet, spoke excellent English, and we shared philosophies on child rearing on the trip back. Zall and Ari – he is as conservative as your parents are – even more, given Laos culture, regarding the freedoms allowed his children. \u00a0So there! \u00a0We’re not the worst parents in the world!<\/p>\n

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He carefully carves the dragon-shaped wooden hanger with hand tools.<\/p><\/div>\n

I managed to get all of our items labeled, packed in bags and boxes, and put in a bus to be sent to our shipper in Vientiane – he e-mailed me that he received everything in good shape, and our shipment is ready to go as soon as I pay him. \u00a0I love the trust relationships here.<\/p>\n

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The Red Dzao doll-maker wrapping the man doll\u2019s turban.<\/p><\/div>\n

Tomorrow Vandara and I will peruse the Saturday market here in Sapa, then take motorcycles with Tea to to her mother’s house where her family has an assortment of handwoven, naturally dyed, handmade Hmong bags ready for me. \u00a0Sunday we go to another market several hours away, and then Monday, to my\u00a0Red Dzao friend Ta May\u2019s village, to visit some other friends and pick up the carved wooden dolls made in that village by a really nice, cute, talented elder from whom we have ordered dolls before. \u00a0They are all hand-carved, with moving limbs, and wearing traditional clothing made from real handwoven, hand embroidered and dyed with indigo and other natural dyes. \u00a0Lovely.<\/p>\n

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Our good friends Tea (Sho\u2019s sister), and Ta May in their traditional Black Hmong and Red Dzao clothing.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Tea\u2019s sister Zha models her shoulder bags made for us, and her little boy!<\/p><\/div>\n

Monday night, the train back to Hanoi, then Vandara and I will spend the day seeing some business contacts and friends in Hanoi, then she goes back to Laos. \u00a0After she leaves, I get to spend the remaining time in Laos doing the joyous work of labeling, creating invoice and packing lists, packing, and getting the final items off to our Vietnam shipper. This is when I really miss Josh…. I am starting to look forward to getting back home.<\/p>\n

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