Last month I went to the wedding of a friend of a friend of a friends. (something that is somewhat common in Laos) While there I met this fellow. He couldn't speak English nor me Lao but we bonded over facial here. In a country (hell, a continent!!) where the men can't really grow any facial hair, this man was an anomaly... and he looked good. It looked like a sort of Vietnamese mustache, but nope he was full on Lao.
In a small town where everyone knows each other, no one seems to know the mysterious mustache man. He just showed up out of nowhere and disappears, adding a little pizzaz into things.
A few weeks later I would pass him on the street and we spoke briefly (where you go? I go work) and then again he disappears from my life. At least we'll always have this moment together, Mr Lao Mustache Man.