Huu village was heaven for me, because I like kids. It started at the edge of the village with one kid screaming: "Hello meestah! Photo! Photo!" That attracted other kids, and the whole thing snowballed as we moved through the streets until we had 75 little people fanning out behind us, all of them shouting, "Hello meestah," and fascinated by everything we did. We stopped at a warung, a tiny grocery store, and sat in the shade as children lined the street in front of us, hypnotized by the spectacle of a couple of sweaty white guys drinking bottled water. The kids ranged from infants to teenagers, and I used my entire bag of tricks: peek-a-boo, stealing noses, pulling coins out of ears, flicking bottle caps, juggling, and repeating my one good card trick.