A ricepaper maker. This man dries sheets of ricepaper on his roof. He once was a guerilla fighter that fought against France and America. He now bows a Ðàn Gáo beautifully, and strums Woody Guthrie on the guitar poorly.
Nguey was the last of many children who left after swarming my bicycle as I rode through a rural area. According to his fingers he was 8 yrs. old. He spoke no English, I of course (and unfortunately) spoke no Vietnamese. We taught each other language in the mud...Buffalo: Trâu, Insect: côn trùng, Bicycle: xe đạp, Fish: cá, Flying: đang bay. We rode his buffalo home and his family fed me fermented pork wrapped in leaves (A popular snack).