. The heat, noise and alcohol was getting up and we decioded to headback to Khamnadie for some food. Once again I began to ferry each of us back resultying in a hot and sore bottom and burnt forearms from the sun. Just as I was ferrying MIke back the first rocket of the day was launched and was quite spectacul;ar. We had intended to go back in the afternoon for the rockets but news of fights breaking out etc put us off.
Had bought a box of beer as soon as I heared Mike was coming so tonight he returned the compliment. The young girl at the village shop couldnt have been too impressed with the two fine specimens of manhood in front of her as, weighing about 45kg when soaking wet, she offered to carry the box of beer back to the house for us. Who were we to argue - she did use her motorbike.
Today was the Bung Bang Fai or Rocket Festival in a neighbouring village so it was decided to go and check it out. It was only about 5km away but communication with the local gooks is never easy and in the end I trekked back and forwards on the motorbike over bumpy dirt roads, ferrying everyone to the village which is called Rajdamnoen or something similar. We met up at the house of Jai's nephew Tia where at about 10:00 in the morning the beer and whiskey was flowing and had been for some time judging by the people wandering, stumbling, around. We felt obliged to have a beer and a chat before heading up the main street for a look around. The party was already in full swing with the Isaan folk music or Mor Lam pumping out the decibels and dancing taking place, usually in the company of another bottle of the dreaded local whiskey, lao khao. I declined my invitation to get up and boogie but was the only one ... On the road out of the village chaps were assembling rockets, explosives on a stick, to launch skywardslater in the day, after yet more whiskey - not a good partnership