The kid on the left was part of the ferocious "t-shirt-no-pants" gang. There were about 10 gang members at the Akha village, all letting you know that you were in "t-shirt-no-pants" land
snow owls the kids at the village were walking around with. These owls weren't tied up or anything.
Me and 2 Americans I met took motorbikes to Muang Sing, the next town over. The bikes were typical Chinese POS. All 3 speedometers and odometers were broken. The loose metal in the engine hood clunked around at different beats depending on my speed and gear. We left an hour later than planned and we road after dark for the last 30 minutes. The road ran right through the jungle, and dusk was play time for insects. Man, did they love our headlights. I must have hit 1000 stupid bugs. With a barrage of stupid bugs flying past my face, it reminded me of the intro from star wars.
The next day we had the option of going to China or Myanmar (well, just the borders). We choose the 30 minute ride to the Chinese border before the guards quickly made us leave.