The clash of two cultures was evident, as our kayak group sat in our boats staring at the 20 or so sea nomads sitting in their “mother boat”. The sea around us was dead calm, our boats barely moving in the windless and waveless waters. The expressions of the Moken people was stoic, as we waved and smiled at them, trying to elicit some sort of response. But they seemed uninterested in our kayaks, . . .