Ahhh….
The good old Hoabinhians.
Used to play polo with them on Saturdays.
Not a good looking group.
Reminded me of Planet of the Apes without a spaceship.
And they rode ostriches instead of horses.
They always had the biggest omelettes.
And after they spent a couple of hours in one room, subsequent visitors would remark, “it smells like a Hoabinhian here.”