“You want some?”
I was taken off guard.
Austin and I had just walked outside of our guesthouse bedroom about to explore the small Northern Lao town of Nong Khiaw. I looked up. A Lao man sat on a raised platform next to a low lying bamboo table with a spread of food on it.
“You want to try some food,” he repeated in clearer English.
“Sure,” we replied, flattered by the invite. Taking a seat next to him, I grabbed a three finger pinch of sticky rice and promptly use it to scoop a helping of the food from the dish and into my mouth.
“Yum,” was the first word out of my mouth. “What is it?”
“See” He dug his finger into the dish, brought up a whole ant, and held it up for us to examine.
“Yum…” I repeated