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.

*How odd*