I was walking back from dinner when Heng, the guy standing, jumped up off of his seat on the curb and started shouting at me to come drink beer with him. It took about two seconds for me to decide that that was an excellent idea. Over the next hour and a half, we emptied four 1.5L Sprite bottles of beer – which, apparently, is how it is purchased from the brewer, their version of a growler – and they were completely fascinated by the West, by our families, business, culture, habits, customs, and how we make money. I ended up with a standing invitation to visit them whenever I wanted. Not bad for accepting a free drink.