hill tribes in Laos

Lots to write about and too lazy to do it. I will definitively type my diary.
1.Eventually I overcame cultural shock and got more relaxed about Asia. Leaving for Laos I met a couple who told me one name to go for trekking in Laos to the hill tribes, assuring real, experience. Vieng Phoukan. As soon as I crossed the border to Lao (a short boat ride on the Mekong river)I felt: I like Laos. It's so relaxing and people are so unspoiled by tourism. Just themselves. Calm and friendly. I met a bunch of cool backpackers crossing the border but the day after I took the bus Vieng Phukan with a french couple and the rest went opposite direction.
When we arrived in Vieng Phukan we couldn't believe the place like this still exist. We were the only tourists in the village. Everybody was watching us, children were quite shy but followed us. When we started taking pics of them and showing on a digital camera they were very happy to see it and we had the whole bunch of kids and mothers and babies following us! Only some houses had electricity by generator and shower with bucket of cold water. And that was only beginning of our adventure.
3 days trekking through the jungle. Beautiful but sometimes the hit and humidity were really hard to bare. We ate with our hands, sharing food - 3 days the same things and Lao food is not as good as Thai which i can keep on and on. We bath in the rivers. Saw buffaloes, huge butterflies and lots of strange insects. The worst was danger of getting bitten by leeches.
For a night we stayed at the Akha (hill tribe from China) village. Life the is very basic. At the beginning children were simply scared of us, little ones were crying and escaping! We felt like a green creates coming by UFO! We were under constant observation. Kids were walking around our house, everything was new Ahka people: cameras, our underwear drying outside, glasses and my contact lenses, brushing our teeth. Everything.
To start communication we started drawing to them. Soon a big circle around us: kids and their parents. David, the french guy was explaining them in french and looked like the French language was very amusing - they were laughing.
I got up very early bcs of roasters and all the animals in the village. I took a piece of paper to write for my diary; I had a group of teen guys who were helping organise our stay and food around me waiting. So I started drawing for them: skyscrapers, cars, people, trains etc. Before leaving the village we visited the house of the chief and we were offered Akha whisky and a melon shape and size - cucumber (traditional way of hospitality in the villages here so we couldn't refuse even if it was 9-10 am)
Next night we stayed in another village accommodated for the night at the people's houses. People were happy to have us around, especially kids. Where more open for farangs (foreigners).
On the way back we got bitten and sucked by leeches - disgusting! At the end we visited the cave and then the car was waiting for us, visited 2 other villages and got back to VP.