{"id":116,"date":"2008-02-10T21:03:21","date_gmt":"2008-02-11T03:03:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fueledbyrice.org\/blog\/?p=116"},"modified":"2008-02-11T09:20:28","modified_gmt":"2008-02-11T15:20:28","slug":"drew-feb-11-sam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/0708.fueledbyrice.org\/blog\/?p=116","title":{"rendered":"Drew, Feb 11: “Sam”"},"content":{"rendered":"

When we first arrived at the park info center that morning we were looking for breakfast.\u00a0 <\/span>We were skeptical because we knew it was a tourist area and so we expected things might be more expensive.\u00a0 <\/span>I asked about a bowl of noodles in broth\u2014a typical SE Asian breakfast\u2014and the young proprietor said they were 12,000 Kip a bowl.\u00a0 He asked how many we wanted, but I told him we were used to paying 4,000 or 6,000 for noodles–I’d just have some tea.\u00a0 A few moments later he approached me and said, “For you, 6000 is OK.”\u00a0 I said we’d have four bowls and thanked him.\u00a0 <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

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We ended up staying the day; some of us hiked in the old growth forest of the national park and some explored the area on bikes.\u00a0 The young manager, who turned out to be Sam, let us leave our luggage at his place so we could more freely bike and hike around.\u00a0 <\/span><\/font>I don\u2019t think Sam was his real name \u2013 at least not the same name as my cousin Sam, but that\u2019s what it sounded like.\u00a0 <\/span>At least, that\u2019s what everyone else called him too.\u00a0 <\/span>Saam maybe.<\/font><\/p>\n

Sam was very friendly and the only one speaking English at the information shelter.\u00a0 <\/span>His was actually the restaurant next door, but he was useful for translation, so he was often running around explaining reasons to Tourists\u2019 questions and acting as middle-man for negotiations, as well as taking orders.\u00a0 <\/span>At 21 he was renting the space from the village and running food and drinks for tourists and locals with his 19-year-old wife.\u00a0 <\/span>This was now his fourth month in business and about the same month of marriage.\u00a0 <\/span>We\u2019d been biking longer.<\/font><\/p>\n

As a member of Kiet Ngong village in southern Laos, Sam grew up to see his home become part of Xe Pian National Protected Area.\u00a0 <\/span>In exchange for stricter regulations for cutting trees and hunting, the villagers were provided with a means for harnessing the cash-flow of the increasingly popular Ecotourism industry, and were allowed to use natural resources as needed for personal and village use\u2014as long as they weren\u2019t taken outside the park and sold for profit.\u00a0 <\/span>Within the boundary of the park the sign said there were tigers, but rarely if ever seen.\u00a0 <\/span>Several other endangered species could be found in Xe Pian, as well as some old-growth forests, which, if left unprotected, could be attractive lumber sources\u00a0to fast-developing nations like <\/country-region>\n<\/place>Vietnam.\u00a0 Most likely the park protection had come just in time.<\/font><\/p>\n

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One of the main attractions at Sam\u2019s place was the elephant rides.\u00a0 <\/span>As Peter and I\u00a0 <\/span>sat in the shade and sipped our Pepsis, we watched about a half dozen owners guide their elephants into position for the day\u2019s business\u2014some with small rods and cords, others by pressing feet behind the elephants\u2019 ears and coaxing with a few words.\u00a0 <\/span>Then they waited for a tourist van.\u00a0 <\/span>Peter and I marveled at how deftly the elephants used their trunks to grab and lift branches as big around as a half-dollar, crunching them like celery somewhere in their floppy, unhurried mouths.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"Lao<\/p>\n

Sam\u2019s father also owned an elephant.\u00a0 <\/span>He may have been the one wearing the Minnesota hat\u2014Sam wasn\u2019t clear when he pointed him out.\u00a0 <\/span>I wondered how a Laoatian man, resting in the shade of a 90 degree January day on his elephant, came to be wearing a Minnesota Vikings derby style hat;\u00a0a<\/span> funny coincidence to make the world a smaller and more familiar place.\u00a0 <\/span>Of course we took a picture.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"Lao<\/p>\n

Sam\u2019s younger brother was also there, helping with tasks around the restaurant and with the elephants.\u00a0 <\/span>During one of the quieter times of the afternoon, when there was no tour bus, I fished out of my bags the slingshot I\u2019d made earlier for some friendly target competition.\u00a0 <\/span>Sam\u2019s brother came over with a smile. \u00a0<\/span>We set up an empty water bottle and took turns aiming our stone missiles.\u00a0 <\/span>I managed to hit the bottle twice with the same amount of stones it took my young friend to knock it down ten times.\u00a0 <\/span>Seeing that he needed a more challenging target, I found a bottle cap and hung it on a stiff blade of grass.\u00a0 <\/span>It didn\u2019t take him long to send that flying with a square hit at twenty paces.\u00a0 <\/span>Somewhere in there I surrendered my competitive spirit for appreciation of his skill.\u00a0 <\/span>He was twelve, after all…<\/font><\/p>\n

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Maybe because we were just hanging out all day, we developed a connection with Sam.\u00a0 He seemed genuinely interested in us, and when he saw our guitars he smiled with excitement and pointed to his own in the corner.\u00a0\u00a0The situation\u00a0looked promising.<\/font><\/p>\n

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I got the impression that he’d been trained on how to deal with tourists and the common questions in order to turn profit.\u00a0 But with us he seemed more reluctant.\u00a0 Throughout the day he asked us whether we’d be staying the night for 20,000 K per person, but we said we’d rather camp for free.\u00a0 In the late afternoon, as we made ready to go he blurted that we could stay here, OK no money — just camp in the information center shelter after everyone had left, and we could use the pump to wash.\u00a0 Perfect.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"Lao<\/p>\n

Later that night, after our tents were set up, we brought out the guitars and played music together, trading Lao and Thai songs for Blues and Euro\/American songs with the occasional Japanese tune.\u00a0 Sam was clearly enjoying it, as were we, and soon was requesting each person to perform a song from his or her particular region.\u00a0 We went around the circle and each did a song as best we could.\u00a0 Jim did “Ghost Riders” as a cowboy song from the West, Peter played Boston’s “More than a Feeling”, Yusuke did a Japanese song, Nakia did\u00a0a song\/chant she used to sing with her friends at school, and I cheated and played Cat Stevens.\u00a0 It was a cultural musical exchange jam session, as it should be.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"Lao<\/p>\n

In the morning we ate again, after Sam’s wife returned with the day’s groceries on the handles of her motorbike, and we said our farewells.\u00a0 I wished him well, and I really meant it.\u00a0 He and his wife seemed happy and they had a good thing going.\u00a0 As for us, we were back on the road; back toward Cambodia along the Mekong River; back toward our next surprise encounter, whatever it was going to be.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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