As it turned out, my Stylus was the camera I used most in Laos, and the Leica X1 was the next most often used. The E-M5 came in a distant third. It isn't that I don't like the E-M5. I love it. But I'm increasingly loving using cameras with very small profiles more. In Laos I could go out with the X-1 and the Stylus, each in a large pocket, without a need to rummage in a bag to take a shot. I loved that freedom. My "son" in Phonsavan (a young man who lost his father when he was a teenager and who started to refer to me as father in email last June) loved the Stylus, and has a pretty good eye, so I left it with him. His wife was expecting shortly, and I figured it would be a good camera for a new mother and father. In late January I got the news that a son had been born, and I was asked to meet my grandson on Skype and name him. A signal honor that still moves almost to tears. The baby's name is Thongsouk, and he is, of course, the most beautiful baby in the world. But back to the Stylus. I've missed it and got another one delivered today. The shots below are my vacation pictures, and I see nothing in them that makes me regret using the Stylus for so much of the trip. At the widely considered unusable iso of 1600, gritty but certainly adequate. Neighbors who will help perform the baci ceremony for me and my travel companion. My son's younger brother-- who is funny kid -- is whistling. Souk, my son, and his adorable sister, Yer. Me and Souk Souk and his brother Keng Souk and his lovely wife, Yeng. She speaks no English; I speak not Lao (though I'm trying to learn), so we smiled at each other a lot. Souk and me being silly. Souk at the Plain of Jars site 3 Me and my travel companion with Souk, his brother and his mother. A truly wonderful family. To have been invited to be part of it is humbling. Charlie me and Vong. Vong had the Hmong outfits made for us for the Hmong New Year.