pahsaa Lao fang mai pben
“pahsaa Lao fang mai pben”
Gin som dam sai pla raa, ben, Bo?
I always had a hard time understanding the over-60 farmer crowd out in the villages near the Lao border. Especially when they were chewing a mouthful of betel-nut and lime paste. It was more like a grunt and a red grin. But I found them fascinating and they found me amusing, as I was just a twenty-something.