That afternoon we had our first experience of hill tribe hospitality and they their second experience of hosting.  It was Christmas Eve and the headman agreed to a Q and A session.    We provided the evenings entertainment, a game involving the flipping of beer bottle tops, great cultural ambassadors we turned out to be

Our breakfast was prepared by our hostess, the wife of the headman and his daughters

This village was a hive of industry.   We quickly discovered the villages (and we) wake early.  Babies cry to be fed, dogs bark, cocks crow, pigs grunt and at first light there is the rhythmic sound of rice being pounded

Every boys dream is to have his own cockerel.  They tote them around with a string attached to a leg and  occasionally two will be thrown to the ground to fight.  Children's birds  have  no spurs.  With such beautiful photogenic children around it is no wonder we had to ration our film to avoid running out in the jungle