Down by the banks of the Mekong in Laos, this man watched me as I made my way around each of the slow boats, taking photos and generally snooping. I didn't even see him until I was about to fall into the mud (and then likely the river) and he yelled out a warning at me. He invited me onto his boat to show me around properly and have a sip of whiskey.
Language barriers mean nothing when people are so friendly and kind.
