The quiet village is humming to the sound of children playing, as they have for
generations in this town. The sound of people laughing resonates across
the mighty Mekong, fishermen bringing home the spoils of the day. The
markets will open soon, and there is much work to be done. Far off in the
distance, monks are retiring to their 1000yr old buddhist temple, perched high
above the village.
The occasional tourist stops to ask for
directions. Kids stare at these funny people, giggling hysterically but
too shy to venture close.
Nothing unusual ever happens here....
Suddenly...a shriek! Followed by
another! Has something gone terribly wrong? The object of the
disturbance looms into view. Blank stares, as children line the roadside
to watch the aberration cycle past. No sooner had their jaws dropped, they
collapse into uncontrollable fits of laughter! A tourist...yeah, that's
funny, but this one is riding on one wheel! That's impossible! ONE
WHEEL!!! More shouting, and the adults flick out their heads to see what
the commotion is about. Within the space of several minutes, the place
erupts into mayhem, as not one, not two, but twenty of these crazy foreign
people, each riding on one wheel, whizzes past the village, into the distance,
never to be seen again. The sound of laughter and hysteria trailing behind
them. Back in the village, the legend of the "One-Wheel-People" is passed on for generations.